A Love Letter... So You Could Forgive Me

A Love Letter... So You Could Forgive Me

Now that I've exhausted every possible resource I had, I have nothing left to give you but a letter. A love letter so you'll forgive me. It will arrive with a bouquet of red and pink roses.

In it, I'd like to write so many things, about what we went through in all those years we were together, and some of these years I've been alone... But I can't find the words to express the feelings, sadness, and regrets I've experienced; or to put into words those happy moments I spent by your side.

So, I didn't dare risk it, because a single misplaced word can shatter even the smallest hope.

Yes. I started a letter several times, for four or five days, hoping that one of those days a lucky idea would come to me, one that would make you forgive so many of my mistakes and errors. Let me just tell you that I'm truly sorry and that I sincerely love you, not with the love of the first time, but with the love of now, much more mature, sober and strong.

We're so different... How could we ever be the same? We didn't grow up together, not even close, we're not even similar; maybe that's why I love you, and I suppose you still love me. But I haven't even been able to put that into words that convince and erase those dark clouds of the past.

You see, life begins in every moment, and that's the moment I'm betting on; so that others will follow. And if we agree that they would be for being happy for as long as we both want, then the deal would be done, and life would be a continuation of happy moments; with the caveat that we would always try to think before we speak or act before we get hurt. If that's the case, the years will surely pass, just like the first years together.

But since I can't risk a love letter asking for your forgiveness ruining everything, I've chosen to simply leave, along with the bouquet of roses, inside an envelope, one of the most overused phrases in the world; but for me, the sincerest.

I still... love you.