I loved you for a long time before I ever said it.
I loved you through the periods we went without speaking.
You were part of me when you didn’t even know me. You have always been there in my heart.
When you fall in love with me, my love just increased.
We were happy. Our love was the real one.
Then suddenly something was missing in our relationship. I couldn’t figure out what.
I was blaming you, I tried to make you change for me. And I took things that did not belong to me from you.
When I realized that I can’t put expectations like that on human beings it was too late.
Too late I realized that I hurt you.
I’m sorry, I didn’t value or understand the way you were loving me. Things between us just became messy and bad.
It was all my fault. Because I literally made you fall in love with me, and then I wounded you.
Because of my mistakes, you ended up broken.
I hope you know I regret the things I said to you where I should have been pointing the finger at myself.
Sorry for the times when I screamed and cried and told you how little you understood me and then threw your soft, kind love back in your face.
There is nothing I can do to take back the damage I did when I was immature. And I hope you get someone who always apologizes after the hurt you and doesn’t leave you in pain.
At least, I hope that you will forgive me.
I hope you find the love you have always deserved. The kind of love that doesn’t leave you feeling miserable and burned.