beginnings
Oct. 14th, 2007 12:35 pmWritten for
10_letters
Andrea,
I shouldn't be writing you, should I? But I can't stop thinking about you. I'll understand if you want to tear this up right now, but please give me a chance.
There are so many things I want to say to you, but I have no idea where to start. What can I possibly say to make things all right? I never can. You were ready to come back to me, to be with me for the rest of our lives, but by then it was too late. I know that you've kept your word and not told anyone what I did. But I also know that you can't love me anymore. Saying I'm sorry seems so weak and meaningless. I am, though. I'm so sorry for everything that happened. I'm sorry for hurting you and not being there for you when I should have been. I'm sorry for so much. But I can't ever be sorry for loving you. That's the one thing I know for sure.
I hope that you've been able to move on with your life. I don't want to think about you being with anyone else because it kills me to imagine that. Not that I have any say in that anymore. I suppose I just want to know that you can be happy one day.
I've started over. I'm in a new country, have a new job, making new friends. I don't suppose you'd think I deserve the chance to start fresh, and maybe you're right. But I'm not getting any sort of comfort from it. I miss my mother, I miss my home. Most of all, I miss you. What good is a new beginning if I don't have the things that mean the most to me?
Sorry if I'm rambling. It feels as if there are too many thoughts trying to come out at once. The one thing I want you to know is that I while I may have started moving on, I'm not sure I'll ever be over you. I'm not ready to let you go, but distance and time are going to force me to no matter how much I want to fight it.
I love you, Andrea. I think I always will. And I want the best for you. Take care, my beautiful girl.
Shy
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Andrea,
I shouldn't be writing you, should I? But I can't stop thinking about you. I'll understand if you want to tear this up right now, but please give me a chance.
There are so many things I want to say to you, but I have no idea where to start. What can I possibly say to make things all right? I never can. You were ready to come back to me, to be with me for the rest of our lives, but by then it was too late. I know that you've kept your word and not told anyone what I did. But I also know that you can't love me anymore. Saying I'm sorry seems so weak and meaningless. I am, though. I'm so sorry for everything that happened. I'm sorry for hurting you and not being there for you when I should have been. I'm sorry for so much. But I can't ever be sorry for loving you. That's the one thing I know for sure.
I hope that you've been able to move on with your life. I don't want to think about you being with anyone else because it kills me to imagine that. Not that I have any say in that anymore. I suppose I just want to know that you can be happy one day.
I've started over. I'm in a new country, have a new job, making new friends. I don't suppose you'd think I deserve the chance to start fresh, and maybe you're right. But I'm not getting any sort of comfort from it. I miss my mother, I miss my home. Most of all, I miss you. What good is a new beginning if I don't have the things that mean the most to me?
Sorry if I'm rambling. It feels as if there are too many thoughts trying to come out at once. The one thing I want you to know is that I while I may have started moving on, I'm not sure I'll ever be over you. I'm not ready to let you go, but distance and time are going to force me to no matter how much I want to fight it.
I love you, Andrea. I think I always will. And I want the best for you. Take care, my beautiful girl.
Shy