I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I left.

I'm sorry for you're heartbreak.

I'm sorry I wanted to steal you away.

I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier.

Time really doesn't make anything any better. It just leaves things unsaid to go on unsaid. Time worsens the scars and reciprocates the healing. The scars will burn forever besmirched on my skin and eternally remind me of what could never be.

I beg of you nothing more than to release me. Have mercy on my dying soul and give me peace. Let me go the way I never could let you go. Learn from my foolish mistakes and do everything ahead of time. Please, forgive me for not telling you everything.

I did it for you. Don't take what I've done and throw it away. Live on happy like I intended you to. Grow old and die knowing that you won't be alone. I'll be there for you. If not now, I will be there later.


" Hey, you've reached the Eriol's cell. Leave your number and your message and I'll get back to you as soon as I get this. Thanks."

She clicked the phone off. 'What have you been doing this whole week?' Yawning, she stretched herself out onto her bed. Her best friend has been gone all week and doing something she didn't know about. It was his birthday this week and she didn't even get a chance to call and say Happy Birthday to him. Neither did she get to tell him how much she cared. He has a girlfriend, but that if she doesn't tell him now, how will she be able to move on? 'You've stolen my heart. What do I have to do to tell you that? I can't keep going on seeing you in someone else's arms. Am I supposed to wait until you feel the same? What do I have to do to get you in my arms? What do I have to say to get to your heart when I don't know how to start?'

Sleep. Sleeping will make everything go away if at least only for so long.