forse questo potrebbe essere abbastanza
i would say i'm sorry for the months we've spent in silence, but i'm not. i've never been one to apologize for what i'm not sorry for, just like you've never been one to take a step back and look at the damage you've caused until it's too late.
i don't believe in second, third, or fourth chances - i believe in as many as it takes to get it right (like it should have been the first time) and to right what's been done wrong. i will never forget the chances you've taken, but i will always remember that you took the last one i thought you'd ever use.
an apology doesn't make up for years of being wronged but it's a step in the ladder, and you're trying your damnedest to climb to the top.
i think, maybe, i'll let you.
i look back sometimes on the road i took to hating you, and i know a period of fury was necessary after what you'd done.
and sometimes i look back on the road i took to forgiving you, and i know that i did the right thing because this world doesn't need any more hate; it has enough.
so now you and i can go back to slowly finding how we fit together (better now, maybe, since we've grown so much) and how we don't, and we can decide that even if our pieces don't connect like they used to, it'll be okay.
i want you to know that i cried when i forgave you out loud, i cried when you gave me the chance, and i cried when i thought i had lost you forever.
i learned, from you, there's a lot of different tears to be shed and a lot of different choices that can be made to influence the life i have and the life i want to live. i learned to forgive because of you, even if i haven't quite mastered it yet - and i hope to learn a lot more from you in the years to come.
dear you, and only you, finally:
i'm not sorry -- but you are.
and i think that might be enough.










