I took you for granted, and I\u2019m sorry for that,
I see now the weight of my actions, the way they sat.
You were my rock through the stormiest sea,
Stood by my side, always there for me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In the chaos of life, I lost sight of your worth,
Forgot to cherish the friendship we nurtured from birth.
You were the anchor when I drifted astray,
The voice of reason when I lost my way.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I didn\u2019t notice the cracks in our bond,
Too wrapped in my world, too distant to respond.
I failed to see how much you gave,
How your patience and kindness, I didn’t fully save.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Now the silence between us feels so vast,
A reminder of a friendship that couldn’t last.
The laughter we shared, the stories we told,
All seem like echoes in a heart growing cold.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I wish I could undo the times I was blind,
The moments I hurt you, left you behind.
My heart aches for the times we could\u2019ve had,
For the joy and the comfort now making me sad.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019m reaching out with a heart laid bare,
Hoping you\u2019ll see how much I care.
You\u2019re not just a friend; you\u2019re a part of my soul,
Losing you has left a deep, empty hole.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I miss your smile, your laugh, your embrace,
The warmth of your presence, the light of your grace.
If there’s a chance to mend what\u2019s been broken,
Please know my apologies are not just words spoken.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I long for the day we can start anew,
Rebuild the trust that I\u2019ve torn in two.
Our shared moments, the memories we\u2019ve made,
I hope they can guide us through this dark shade.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So here\u2019s my heartfelt apology, simple and true,
With the hope that you\u2019ll find it in your heart to renew.
I promise to cherish, to honor, and to fight,
For the friendship we had, for what\u2019s right.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In this journey of life, I hope we can find,
A way to reconnect, leave the past behind.
For you are a treasure I never should\u2019ve ignored,
And I hope that forgiveness is something we can afford.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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