Somewhere in 2013, I made a mistake that hurt someone I love. I'm not sure how it all went horribly wrong, or how I could have prevented it from turning out the way that it did. All I know is a deep regret; and it was then that I learnt the depth of the feeling I am sorry.
Now it is 2017, and I am 4 years older but probably not that much wiser. Some nights I feel like I'm on the verge of making a similar mistake. There is no way of knowing the consequences of your actions. It could lead to a beautiful outcome or a repeat of the mistake of your younger years. Is the glimpse of the possibility of happy ever after worth the immense risk?
What I keep in my heart but have not told you... I'm sorry for everything that I've done.
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