So many unanswered questions still linger in my mind after all this time. Would we be happier than we were if we had made it through that rough time? Would we have children, and how many? Would your mother finally like me? Would I have a good job, would you be proud of me? But one question burns hotter than all the others. In the end, when I told you the whole truth and confessed everything, did you believe me? If you did, did you forgive me? And then would you admit that all you did to me was unjustified? The answer is most likely no, to all the questions. But I guess I'll always be left to wonder and I'll never know.
To Rita, I know you're out there somewhere, existing without me, and it hurts. Never did I imagine it would come to this, having to exist without you. You were my best friend, so you said. But where are you now? I know you still think of me. I hope you think of me, like I still think of you. Love never ceases to exist, no matter how bad the hurt may be. I know I betrayed your trust. I lied to you. I guess once is all it takes to break the trust. I don't expect you to trust me again, but please believe me when I say, I love you and I always will. So goodbye for now, I hope someday I'll see you, even for a moment, you have no idea how happy that would make me. If you could only see me now, maybe, just maybe, you could listen and believe me when I say, I love you. I love you. Ryan
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