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Give Me a Second Chance.

Samia August 31, 2013 0

heartbreak049 I’m sorry for neglecting you. I really didn’t want things to end the way they did. It’s just that sometimes, things change. Priorities shift. And that love that was once there just…fades. And then you fall in love with another. And I’m not saying it’s justified or right or that you should forgive me or anything like that, but I am saying that I am human and I have faults. And I’m aware of these faults. But rather than throwaway a relationship that has been built since 2009, I’m willing to put my ego aside, apologize for my lack of interest and attention, and try to make things right. So many months have passed since I left you without any explanation. At the time, I didn’t know I was leaving. I thought we were just “going on a break.” And everytime I thought about going back to you, I couldn’t really muster up the desire to follow through. I knew you’d be there waiting for me, so I didn’t feel any sense of rush. I just continued to live my life. I occupied my time with other things. And eventually, I forgot the joy you brought me… until I looked you up. I went online. I saw that you were just as I left you. Looking at you reminded me of my history. Who I was. What I had wanted. Where I had been. And at a time when I’m not sure who I am, or what I want, or where I’m going, you seem to be the only thing that makes sense.

As the great Taylor Swift once said, This is me swallowing my pride, standing in front of you saying, “I’m sorry for that night”…Maybe this is wishful thinking, probably mindless dreaming, but if we loved again, I swear I’d love you right. I’d go back in time and change it but I can’t. So if the chain is on your door I understand.

Take me back, my blog. I promise to love you, and write in you regularly, and never neglect you for another 10-month-period, for as long as we both shall live. – SK

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