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I've written this letter too many times in my head on the back of napkins Starbucks' receipts journal pages I stopped addressing them because who else would they be for? They all start with I'm sorry because I want you to know that I am but they trail off into explanations rationalizing what I did to somehow be your fault and instead of mine, as if I was some damsel and you were some mustache-twirling villain. Once again, I'm sorry. I was less and you more naive than I pretended. I wasn't helpless I was selfish I just want you to understand that it was never your fault; it wasn't even mine. We played our cards, but I've seen enough movies to know that the house always wins. I missed the opportunity to leave while I was ahead so I got out before I could lose anymore hoping you wouldn't notice. I want answers (do you know what happened? could you tell how gone I was? did you think it was you? what would you have done? what if?) but I don't deserve them. Good night, darling. I'm sorry that I stopped saying I love you. Know that it was not because I no longer meant it but instead because I did.
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Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 5:21 AM UTC
An Apology Letter
I've written this letter too many times in my head on the back of napkins Starbucks' receipts journal pages I stopped addressing them because who else would they be for? They all start with I'm sorry because I want you to know that I am but they trail off into explanations rationalizing what I did to somehow be your fault and instead of mine, as if I was some damsel and you were some mustache-twirling villain. Once again, I'm sorry. I was less and you more naive than I pretended. I wasn't helpless I was selfish I just want you to understand that it was never your fault; it wasn't even mine. We played our cards, but I've seen enough movies to know that the house always wins. I missed the opportunity to leave while I was ahead so I got out before I could lose anymore hoping you wouldn't notice. I want answers (do you know what happened? could you tell how gone I was? did you think it was you? what would you have done? what if?) but I don't deserve them. Good night, darling. I'm sorry that I stopped saying I love you. Know that it was not because I no longer meant it but instead because I did.
#sorry#letter#apology
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American
Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 5:21 AM UTC
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