I have a lot of things to say to you. I don't even know where to begin. But let me tell you first how I felt when I first met you. I know I never told you this but, the first time I saw you, my heart jumped. You see, you made the world stop when I first met you. Even though you ignored me before, I still found you great. Later, I found myself hating your jokes but when we started talking, I thought you were different. You're family oriented, you're hard working and most importantly, you understand. Since then, I never thought of anybody else but you. You brought me sunshine, you brought me life. And I'm thankful I'm with you or been with you for a long time... I guess. For now.
I know what I did was stupid. I know I hurt you many times. And I know sorry will no longer be enough. I know I have wronged you for countless of times already. And I know I hurt you and left a deep cut. I didn't know I was hurting you that much. I didn't know my actions were breaking your heart. I never mean it. I have never thought of doing those on purpose. I never wanted it to happen. Never. I would never want to hurt you. Sadly, I did.
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Forgive me if I have made you felt that way. I never wanted it. I swear I would never want to hurt you. You say you're tired. I'm sorry I made you feel sick and tired of it. Had I known it would happen, I would have done anything to stop it, to stop myself from hurting you.
This is probably one of the longest fights we've ever had. Almost a week and counting. It's tiring. It's draining all of my senses, my energy, my will, my hope. It rips me off. I feel like I'm breaking into pieces each day I can't talk to you. I want to ask you many things. I wake up in the middle of the night thinking if you've gone home. Or if you're doing fine. Have you even eaten your dinner? What happened to your day? But I couldn't ask you. I can't. I'm afraid I might just be rejected. Right now, a blanket of fear wraps me around. And instead of keeping me warm in the cold days night, I feel colder, my hands getting harder every day, turning me blue.
I don't know what to do. I'm not doing anything, not because I don't care for you at all or I don't want us back together. I'm not doing anything because I feel like one more mistake and I'll be cutting you loose. I'm too afraid to worsen the situation, to make you feel even worse, to cut into your heart a little deeper, to make it hurt more. I'm sorry.
I just want you to feel okay. I know what I did was painful. If I were in your place, I'd be desperate. I'd be hurt. I'd be mourning. I'm sorry. I miss you.
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