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Every day that passes, my actions are brought home to me like a kick in the guts.
Conversations that once flowed so smoothly and seemed so effortless now seem uncomfortable … stilted.
I cannot penetrate your veil. Your shields are up when we speak, and I don’t blame you for it.
Everything that changed, changed as a direct result of my actions and for that I am truly, truly sorry.
Remember that lunch hour? We talked and talked. Laughter flowed so easily, I thought you would wet your pants. I asked “We really have a good time together, don’t we?” and you said “Yes we do.” Now we hardly speak at all. Where have those times gone? Have they been destroyed, never to be enjoyed or shared again?
Can forgiveness ever be granted? We can’t turn back the clock, but I miss those times … the times we shared before things got out of hand.
I feel so empty without your friendship, alone without your laughter. That empty spot in my heart, my life, grows daily … exponentially.
You will say you are busy, things in your life now prevent you from taking the time to be with me and that is the truth, but I believe there is more than that.
I beg your forgiveness and hope that one day you can grant me that. I would rather had plucked out my own eyes than to have hurt you so, I wish I had.
If this is the way things are destined to be, I would rather have never met you, but I did and I can‘t turn that back either.
I am asking you not to give up on me … to hang in and let me prove that I understand what I have done and allow me to make it up to you. All I ask you for is a second chance.
Believe me, the lesson has been learned and will NEVER be repeated. Look in your heart and tell me what you see. If there is no chance of forgiveness, I will accept it even though it rends my heart to pieces. I just want to know. Talk to me.