#Apology Letter

[pizzacade]

The Fourth Doctor's "apology" letter (with omissions planned by The Brigadier) to the Prime Minister, answering why he didn't attend the dinner at the end of the episode Robot.

[nevajainhppjo]

Fred and George Weasley apologizing? Shocking, I know. But even the best pranksters have to face the consequences sometimes—especially when Molly Weasley and Professor McGonagall are involved!

Here are two formal (and completely sincere, of course) apologies from the twins for their thoughtful gift to Ginny. Let me know what you think—would you accept their apologies, or would they still be in trouble?

Also, if you have any other prank-related apology ideas, drop them in the comments! I’d love to write more of these.

[pamithebunterfly2007]

I’m tired of being that girl and my apologies to my friends . . . . . .

You see, I just keep on making promises to myself and I was expected to be a perfect friend and yet, I keep on breaking them, and turns out, I didn’t even have the chance to manage to help and fix people, but instead, I broke their fragile hearts and I broke them instantly. I just wanted to make people happy, for example I make like fun stuff like I make their request for them, make fun Gacha challenges, reblogging chain games, etc. But when I make their requested gift for them, I always feel like some sort of obligation to them to keep them happy so that way I could please them, but no matter what choice I made, from what I say, do, or make, My mind is telling me that now the damaged has already done and you can’t fix it anymore. And yes, I done shitty stuff both today and the past, and it’s me, I always thinking to myself like I’m the one who made tricky leave!!! I did everything to make you all happy for the things I do but the issue is that whenever I make something, the words that come out of their mouths are a “thank you” with a grin glued to their face filled with approval, but they always seem to be interested in the stuff I make rather than appreciating me and I get no favor in return. Sure it sounded a bit selfish but I get it, I get you guys loved me and such, and I love you too guys because I make stuff that makes me comfortable and yet I respect everyone’s thoughts and opinions but I don’t know. How would everyone would think of me, like all day, I’m scared that someone would judge me, and telling me to stop, and yes, I do love my friends and I get they have there interest and stuff, it’s that it’s what’s making us feel better for ourselves. Everyday I feel like I’m failing myself due to the choices I make that I considered to be “very poor”, keep repeating the pattern of letting myself go off the rails of being a better friend, Like I wanted to help you guys, but I ignored you. And I’m worried about for what I’m gonna say is that I always feel like I’m betraying all of you, and I by telling the truth, it’s not just me that feels like I’m failing, I had a thought that I’m actually failing all of you, and I failed that friendship of mine. Which makes me a huge fool of myself. Friendship is like a exam test, Like when you make friends with a person and do something to them, you think if it’s the right choice or not, but it’s too late to change it. . . . . . And now you prepare yourself if you pass or fail that test. And I feel like I’m failing to be my better self, I keep on trying, but I keep falling down. but it’s not just me, I’m failing both, myself and my friends, I wanted them to make them feel better and happy, like sure, you guys see me as the kind, sweet, helpful, and wonderful friend to hang out, who always make the best of the best and I get all of you are changing . . . . . . . . . But. . . . . . . I’m actually tired of being that girl who has to give in constantly and gets no favor in return. . . . . . . . . Deep down, I’m nothing but a failure who breaks people both mentally and emotionally . . . . . . . .and it gets to the point where I always feel like and have the negative thought that I’m betraying all of you. . . . . . . . . And I’m sorry, for failing all of you. . . . And my apologies if it looks like I backstab all of you. And I’m afraid if I should or shouldn’t trust myself or any of you anymore. . . . . . . . . And it’s too late for me now.

And by telling the ugly truth to all of you, we’re actually just people trying to hate ourselves and little less and loving each other more by making ourselves look better with no favors in return, but in reality, we’re actually small, and thinking we are unimportant to one another. So it’s an easier way to make friends because this is who we are today. . . . . . And I do care for you all, and for now, I’m giving you the permission to have every right to be upset with me for that I keep making those poor choices to myself and letting you all down. . . . . . . . And I started all of this. Just to let myself be disappointed in me for the stuff I done. From making people leave this site to being manipulative, and for leaving people behind. . . . . . . . It’s me! I’m poison and I failed to be perfect . . . . . . . .and I’m sincerely sorry that it looks like I’m failing and backstabbing myself, including everyone.

because of me.

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[glowettee]

Hello!! This ask is more of a confession, I wanted you to answer me about what you think. In short, I ended up hurting someone a lot in the past, because I was insecure, very insecure. Now I'm in therapy and I've matured, and today I decided to write a message to that person asking for forgiveness for my past behaviors. What do you think? I'm very unsure about what this person will think about this, I know this person will send it to all their friends (who also don't like me for my past behaviors)... I'm restless!

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✧・ healing whispers to a wounded past :・゜✧

hey angel! ✧

oh my heart literally did a little flip when i read this. first of all, i want you to know that i'm sitting here feeling so proud of you for even asking this question. growth is such a beautiful, messy thing and recognizing your own journey? that takes real courage.

honestly? i think reaching out to someone you've hurt is one of the bravest things a person can do. it's not guaranteeing forgiveness, it's acknowledging your impact on someone else's heart. that vulnerability is so powerful.

the fact that you're in therapy and have been doing the inner work to understand your insecurities shows how much you've evolved. we all have those shadow parts that sometimes lead us to hurt others when we're hurting ourselves. recognizing that pattern is the first step to breaking it.

about your worries that this person might share your message with friends… that's a completely valid concern. when we open ourselves up, we can't control how others receive our truth. but i want you to consider something: what matters most here is your intention. are you reaching out for your healing or theirs? the purest apologies come without expectations attached.

sometimes the most healing thing isn't necessarily reconnection but the act of taking responsibility. you're not asking them to be your friend again or to absolve you, you're simply acknowledging the hurt you caused and offering them the gift of knowing you recognize it now.

before you send anything, maybe try journaling about these questions:

what exactly am i apologizing for? (be specific about behaviors)

am i truly ready to accept any response, including no response?

have i processed my own feelings enough that i won't be devastated if they reject my apology?

is there anything i'm secretly hoping to get from this exchange?

the most authentic apologies don't include justifications, even when there are reasons behind our actions. "i was insecure" is understanding yourself, but make sure your message focuses on their experience, not explaining yourself.

at the end of the day, sending that message isn't erasing the past, it's showing that you've grown from it. that growth is yours to keep regardless of how they respond.

remember that forgiveness is never owed, but honesty is always a gift, to yourself and to others. whatever happens, you're honoring your journey by acknowledging where you've been and showing who you've become.

i'm sending you the softest, warmest energy as you navigate this. being human is complicated and messy, but there's something so beautiful about trying to make things right, even when it's scary.

xoxo, mindy 🤍

p.s. no matter what happens, be gentle with yourself after sending it. healing isn't linear, and brave acts deserve tender aftercare.

[hersurvival]

My gentle guiding light,

How many apology letters will this make? At least three. I promise, I am at constant war within myself to be what you deserve.

This evening I was irrational. Jealousy overtook me, a rogue wave, swept me far out to sea, to drown me. Such a sudden tsunami of insecurity, I was under water before I realized I was fighting.

And I was unfair to you, my dear. For which I regret. To hurt your feelings, due to hurting my own.. I wish to be better than this.

I beg, may you grant me one more day? To be whom you deserve, to be good enough, worthy of your love.

I promise, though this feeling may surface again, to calm the storm before it overwhelms us both.

Sincerely, gasping for air,

Your drowning, selfish girl

[adam--official]

I'd like to apologize on my sons behalf to anybody who's been murdered or died. My son discovered murder, and my other son set the precedent that anybody who is murdered then dies. I'd like to acknowledge my part in this, I shouldnt have assumed that "made in gods image" meant immortal, and I shouldn't have let that assumption affect the way I raised my children. I'm sorry for the harm I or my son's have caused, and in the future, I will not instruct my kids to fistfight in order to relieve anger.

[ow-writing]

Today I found your letter.

I opened the white envelope

With my name scrawled on the front

Anticipating a forgotten love letter

Instead I found an apologetic confession

Typed and printed

Signed with your name

A laugh of disbelief escaped my lips

As I read with fresh eyes

The words that remind me

That you were just a child

I imagine your mother instructing you

To sit at the keyboard until there is more

Than an “I’m sorry” on the page

- O. Wells

[4herforever]

✨ for the friendships that shaped us, even when we weren’t ready ✨

there are some friendships that never leave your dreams.

even if you haven’t spoken in five years.

even if you don’t smoke anymore.

even if you’re a whole new person now, and she probably is too.

we were messy girls.

barefoot in the kitchen. chain smoking. crying about boys who didn’t get it.

she wanted to be seen. i wanted to be loved.

she was vibrant and wild — always hosting, always pouring drinks.

i was working too much, disappearing into relationships i thought i had to chase to feel worthy.

she made me feel like being present was enough.

like i didn’t have to be anything but exactly who i was.

and i kept walking away whenever it got hard.

ghosted her the second i felt slighted.

told myself “see, she doesn’t care.”

but really, i just didn’t know how to accept good things.

especially not the kind that stayed.

she said something to me once —

“i hope you find the courage and fortitude to express yourself to the ones you care about.”

and she was right.

i had to find that worth in myself before i could even try.

so i messaged her this week.

five years later.

just to say:

i see it now. and i’m sorry.

i dreamt she replied.

and in the dream, it felt like we were sitting on the couch again, smoking, laughing, letting it all be messy and alive.

i want to tell her i’m a mother now.

i want her to meet my daughter.

i want to share all the small things again —

like i used to wish someone would share with me.

maybe she’ll never read it.

maybe it’s too late.

but the part of me who loved her,

and the part of me who didn’t know how to love her well —

they both needed this.

[megayogiposts]

Understanding Unconditional Apologies in Court

Mahesh Pratap Singh <yogimpsingh@gmail.com> For tendering unconditional apology.1 message Mahesh Pratap Singh <yogimpsingh@gmail.com>5 February 2025 at 15:56To: SHAKUNTALA GAUTAM <hearingcourts9.upic@up.gov.in>Most respected madam you sought the written apology from the appellant as you found the appellant argued the matter in the up tone during hearing in the following listed case.9 ���ोगी एमपी…

[thewhiteelf]

"To whom do I owe the biggest apology? No one's been crueller than I've been to me.."

~Alanis Morissette

ctto<3 -> Pinterest

[nevajainhppjo]

Note to My Dear Readers:

I present to you: Harry and Ron’s (probably 100th) formal apology to Professor McGonagall. At this point, I’m pretty sure she has a special drawer in her office labeled “Potter & Weasley Disaster Reports.”

This time, our favorite duo has—accidentally, of course—turned the Gryffindor common room into a swamp. Just another day at Hogwarts! I imagine Hermione is somewhere in the background, muttering about “why do I even bother ” while handing them a pre-written apology template.

Feel free to send in requests for other characters’ Bureau of Communication notices!

[pamithebunterfly2007]

I’m back from my break and also. . . Here’s An Apology to my followers and friends.

Before you all get upset with me, I’m just back from my break, and NO, I’m not leaving Tumblr and by telling you why I’m apologizing, it’s because. . . . . . I just wanted to stay at tumblr than going back to that hellsite Deviantart. . . . . . I know DA has like almost 99% contreverisial stuff like AI, Making DA User go on Eclipes, and furthermore, DA is own by Wix, A company from Israel which I HIGHLY don’t Support . And forgot to mention of how awful I treated my friends, followers, and random people on both DA and Tumblr. I just want to improve on myself, but I acted immature and I

@nicky-toony, I just want to say that I’m am sorry, I just wanted to stay at tumblr, Because if I got back to that hellsite, I’ll be even more stressed, and unhappy, so I’m better off at tumblr than that awful DA. . . . . Like you know, and the way we act so immature to others, the others don’t please us, so Nicky, if your reading this, I’m sorry for being a bad friend to you, I understand why I was so controlling over you the whole time, we are the ones acting like immature teens on the internet.

and to everyone from here and DA. . . . . . . I so sorry for being such a huge jerk and how I acted in front to everyone, I was so dumb and immature I could’ve just listen wisely to everyone around me, but instead Im always so angry and selfish to others and how I treated them. and BerryBoyHub was right about me, I have lied and manipulated all of you just because it’s doesn’t mean I’m a attention seeker, I just wanted not to be alone again, so I have to just make “friends” with random strangers who don’t give a damn about me. I’ve always been alone, I somehow don’t talk a lot IRL, My mom always says to me to find friends exactly like my age, I found some on the internet, like all of you, who are teens like me or young adults but the thing is that I wish I can improve my actions and I should think before I acted to all of you, I wanted to act like a mature teenager with autism but instead, I was acting like a immature teenage bratty 17 years old who makes really wrong choices. . . . . . . Like an infamous example of faking death, lashing out on others, and being selfish and a liar according to everyone. . . . . . Me and my friends also act like immature and ignorant losers and many user out there on Tumblr hated on how we don’t act like proper teenagers and young adults. I wish I can improve on my behavior more and become better at dealing with myself and my own problems both IRL and the internet . . . . . . . I just wanted to make people happy for me . . . . . . . . . . . . . And I know everyone is still upset with me for what I did. . . . . . I’m sorry for acting like a problematic and immature child. . . . . . I want to stay at tumblr, to enjoy, to make friends, to continue on making fun arts, improve more on being a better person, and make people happy for me. . . . . . I hope you understand.

@nicky-toony

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[iamnotaman]

A Letter I Wish I Had The Guts To Send

Dear [Ex],

I'm sorry I hurt you.

I'm sorry that when things ended I was too angry and hurting to tell you that I needed space for a time. I'm sorry that I blocked you outright after our last fight and didn't tell you that while it might be for a long time it didn't necessarily mean it was forever.

I'm sorry that I didn't explain that I wasn't blocking you out of anger even though I was angry at the time; that I didn't explain that I was blocking you because I was afraid of saying something so mean-spirited and hurtful that you would either end up hating me or hurting yourself because I know just how horribly cutting I could have been, how hurt I was feeling, and how much a part of me wanted to hurt you.

And I didn't want to be that person, so I blocked you. Yes, part of it was so that I wasn't hurting, but most of it was to remove the chance that we would continue to fight and I would continue to lash out.

I'm sorry that hurt you so badly. I didn't realize just how badly it would do so and I wish I had at least said "I need space" instead of giving you only silence.

It was a mistake.

I'm also sorry about a thing I said and a misunderstanding around it. Desperately sorry but never had the chance to say so. When I said Goodbye and put the name of your one particular headmate there. I know now (and realized afterward when your now-CG told me) just how badly that hurt you and him. I'm sorry.

I swear to you it was not an attack.

One of my (our) biggest regrets in our silence has been not saying goodbye to those who weren't involved in our arguments. I saw one last chance to say goodbye to him and as much as I knew it was going to hurt in a sad way, I didn't think it would hurt the ways that it did and that was a big mistake on my part. There's nothing I can do to make the pain I caused better but I want you to know that as soon as I knew that that caused injury I regretted it and wished I could take it back. I know you thought I intended that pain and I want you to know I never did; that I'm sorry I caused it.

Please know that I'm not looking for a response or anything from this but I felt as though you deserved to know that I realized I caused you more pain than I ever intended through my actions and that I'm genuinely sorry.

Thank you for hearing me.

-M

[hersurvival]

My dearest flickering Flame,

I find myself alone, 4 a.m, writing you another apology. For I am never finished. And I have broken a promise.

You see, it is already Monday, it came so soon! And I had said I would have more for you. But you see, I have been caught up in you once again and the days they surpass me, time eludes me, escapes me - as I find a shelter within you, for the duration of the last week.

I will finish what I started for you and I hope as much as you do it may come along soon. There are other matters to attend to, though, that have left me unbelievably mad. And what can one do with mad?

I am not certain. I have spent my entire existence with a rage, born with it, and have yet to find any good for it.

All I do know, is it is not for you. I must rid myself of these feelings before I can return to my promises.

I understand I have already broken them. But the day is young, yet. The sun hasn't even begun to light the horizon. Perhaps I can clear my mind and be okay before the night time. We shall hope and see.

Sincerely, with guilt,

Your broken and violent girl

[paranoid-poppies]

Hey

This post will be ***Temporarily*** be pinned, replacing my about me post.

so my (now ex) boyfriend broke up with me OVER TEXT on the 2nd of August, claiming he has poor mental health (been known buddy) and that it would be good for the both of us to not be together because he "can't be the best boyfriend" to me in his current state and that I deserve better. Will be accepting any opinions in reblogs or comments on that whole thing. However! I came on here to share the letter I'm writing him before I officially stop putting in my now usual amount of effort into keeping any kind of relationship alive. Be warned, it's quite the tome.

Here ya go:

You’ve evidently come to the conclusion that you’re “ready”, however you interpreted the word. Or maybe you just opened this because you felt like it. Or it’s been a long time since I gave this to you. Maybe you were feeling nostalgic, as you’ve received more personal letters from me than really any modern person normally does. Or we’re together and I pressure you to; or you do so of your own will. Perhaps some other, unlisted reason. Maybe you never open this; and I’m writing all these words for only the universe to see. At the end of the day, speculation only goes so far, and none of it really matters because I’m going to say the things I want to say anyway. The stuff I never said out loud, because I knew - and you told me - that you weren’t ready. And eventually I realized you might never be ready.

I’m not going to try to be poetic or anything, so I’m sorry if you enjoyed that aspect of my past letters. This is just going to be me. I’m going to say thoughts and feelings and facts and everything of that sort because this may very well be my only and last opportunity.

I’d like to start with some apologies, you deserve them.

I’m sorry you felt like you couldn’t talk to me. Even if you won’t admit it, it’s true.

I’m sorry I couldn't be there for you those 3 years. The 3 years before me that you told me you’ve felt empty through and ever since; like there was a void somewhere inside of you that I couldn’t fill as much as you wanted or needed me to.

I’m sorry you feel you have to do this alone. I know you won’t seek professional help, you’re prideful and strong and stubborn. Even when it hurts you.

I’m sorry that you feel the need to put on a mask of happiness. That destroys a person. I know how it is. I did it for two years. I’m still working on it to this day, especially now.

I hope you accept them. If not for yourself, then for me. Or at the very least for the sake of remembering and learning from us.

To start with the main body of this letter, I’d like to preface with a recognition that maybe you think this is overstepping some boundaries. In that case, I’m sorry. Truly. But, I can’t say nothing. It’s not in my nature to let words as important as these sit dormant forever, bubbling over into the nights of the future as tears. I want this to give me some closure, and maybe you’ll get some too.

I’m not perfect at communicating by any means. I try my best, and it’s either enough, or it isn’t. And I know you’re not perfect at communicating either. You have trouble expressing a lot of things and mustering up the courage to talk about them, and I have trouble saying the important stuff out loud. This letter, for example, which by the way, I’m sorry isn’t handwritten. It’s just much easier to organize thoughts here and make changes. Case in point.

Anyway, I think that’s part of the reason you decided that breaking up was the answer. You had been sitting on that text - or at least idea of a breakup - for some time. It was obvious. I’m not dumb. But I also don’t know a lot of things. Maybe I would’ve drafted that same message in your position. Still, I maintain that I don’t believe pushing someone away - who has continuously expressed want and interest in helping your mental health - was the solution. But I’m not you and I don’t control you. We were and still are equals, both human, and that means a breakup is a breakup, an end is an end, no matter how much I hate it. As much as I wish we had talked more before coming to an end, I understand that to you it might have been something inevitable (I’ll touch more on “inevitable” later). Perhaps that is part of the reason, however small, you were so firm on your decision. I’ll never entirely know or understand what brought you to your conclusion. I can only speculate about what I did or didn’t do, what I could’ve done to change this future because it currently doesn’t contain quite enough of you.

The - probably obvious - truth is, I miss you terribly, and I promise I’ll only use a bit of this letter to wallow in my longing. You were the light, as horribly cliché as that sounds. Merely thinking of your smile can bring me to the verge of tears. I catch a glimpse of faceless hair that only resembles yours, my heart stutters and suddenly I’m clasping my hands together, begging any Gods that will listen. Heads turn in this temple as my knees bleed onto the stone, words leaving my mouth faster than the blood can find its path through the crevices. Not one worshiper listens or understands. Those familiar rich brown curls turn a corner and I’m lost again, standing among people who might never know anything like what we had.

As guilty as I feel, I know time will move steadily forward, and all this passion may or may not fade. But for the time being, I have learned from this pain; it takes a lot of energy to understand that things are often more beautiful when you know you can’t have them.

I can’t count on my hands the number of times I have lamented to a close friend just how much I miss being able to watch you. How desperately I want to be able to just look at you freely and trace the lines of your face with my gaze again. I keep the moments I treasure and miss most to myself though. Like the thought of dragging my finger down the bridge of your nose as we lay together quietly. I dream of brushing my thumbs over your cheeks and pulling you towards me for one last kiss goodnight through the car window again.

I wish I had made you stay in that car longer. Begged you to sit with me for even just five more minutes. I wish I had mustered the patience I know I am capable of, instead of demanding a change I know is difficult. Maybe if those moments had moved slower, I could have saved us.

We are (were?) teens. I recognize, maybe don’t fully understand, that you might not have wanted something as serious, committed, adult, as I did. My parents raised me intentionally or unintentionally to believe that romance is reserved for adults. I didn’t plan or even think of having a boyfriend in high school, perhaps not even in college. But then there was you.

At first I just wanted to be friends with you. To share memories and talk and play games. That’s it. At some point that changed. I don’t know when; I don’t know exactly why. I just know one day I woke up and wished you were there too; Peaceful and warm, morning breath and all. I wanted to do with you what spring does with the new blossoms.

You couldn’t know this of course. What if you didn’t like me like that? What if it made you hate me? And if by some miracle, you liked me of all people back, what would happen then? I didn’t know anything. I couldn’t, and I still can’t, wrap my head around the fact that someone, much less you, would ever want to kiss me or hold my hand or even be associated with me. It still takes my breath away thinking of the first time you kissed me. However small and quick and inconsequential it was, I would have been happy with that being my last first kiss. I won’t be in history books, but if I am, I hope they say you were the first one to love me. As long as they get that right, I don’t care what else they say.

I do know I was mean sometimes, and I hope you know it was only playfully, in an affectionate kind of way. I could talk to you for hours and never get tired of your voice, your laugh. And I could never get tired of seeing you smile. I don’t think I could ever get tired of you, not at all, and I believe that still holds true. Around you, at times, I was also sad and overwhelmed and everything in between and all the better feelings. And you were there for me. You stayed with me; helping and hugging me all while standing in the shadow of your own emotion. You’re strong like that, in an irresponsible and dangerous way, but strong nonetheless. In my past I probably would have admired your walls, your defenses. But I’ve forced myself to acknowledge, and try to understand, that nothing good comes from shoving clutter under the bed and calling your bedroom clean.

Putting aside the aforementioned first kiss, you could’ve just wanted a fling. I don’t know. I likely never will. And I’m sorry if I was crazy or overbearing. We are (were?) just teenagers. The movies say that high school sweethearts don’t last. But I foolishly thought otherwise. I threw myself into our relationship carelessly, letting my guard down because I finally felt secure in some capacity. Not only about myself, but about my potential future. I recognize maybe I feel, and therefore love, a bit too deeply for our age, and perhaps that scared you away. We are (were?) (Are you getting sick of that uncertainty yet?) teenagers and I accept the fact that we have differences in how we experience life and more specifically, love.

You’ll get through this without me. You’re not completely alone, and you know that even if you won’t admit it. Every day, you’re pushing me further away, and even though every bone in my body wants to follow you and grab your arm and pull you back towards me… I don’t. I resist the best I can. I’ll stay right here. Right where you know I’ll be. Working on my patience and hoping that at some point I might see your smile again instead of your back. What I’m trying to say is that I’ll be here for you. Because I know you want to change. And I know that you are capable of becoming who you want to be. Someday maybe you’ll feel brave or you’ll (unnecessarily, because you were and always will be good to me) deem yourself good enough and you’ll be able to summon even more of that strength and courage to reach out. Don’t be afraid. You taught me that some fear is unwarranted.

You said you need help, and as much as I want you to seek it, I know you probably won’t. You’ll let your emotions fester until something like this happens again, and then maybe you’ll learn that recognizing and letting some thoughts and feelings out, even if it’s just a small amount, helps. Cry. Scream. Destroy something. Those are better than nothing. You said that you need help and I believe you do, I just don’t believe you’ll act on that, and a part of me wants to hate you for it. I won’t let that part of me infect the memories of you though, I can’t do that to myself. So you can break that promise - if you want to call it that - and I’ll hold my hands over the ears of my heart so that it doesn’t hate you.

I need you to know that I am grateful for your time in my life, however brief that may be. It was invaluable, and I know I’ll spend the rest of my time on Earth seeking something that even rivals what we had. You have taught me incredible things about myself, life, love, and the world. These uncertain days will pass, you and I could become nothing or something. I have no way of knowing. I do know that your chapter of my life will always be dogeared, as it will most certainly be my favorite for a long time.

However far into the future we have moved between the time I gave this to you and now, when you are reading it, - perhaps we have grown apart, or perhaps we couldn’t possibly be closer - I want you to know that I have, and always will, wait for you. What we had might be forever unmatched. It’s not often you stumble upon someone you have so much in common with. So like I said, I’ll wait for you. Even if you just want to be friends again. The kind that FaceTime in silence just to know they’re not alone. Or the kind that do everything together. Or the kind that share fears and trauma and everything that makes life wonderful. Or the kind that get together once every few months just to laugh. Call me, because I’ll wait for you. I still care for you at this moment, and I probably will forever to some extent. To be clear, this isn’t me telling you to do anything. It’s me saying that if you want to, I won’t stop you. My pets and friends will hear me cry on my bedroom floor, but they won’t hear me ask you to come back. It’s not fair at all for me to ask that of you.

I'll start to wrap it up here. For now, this is the most closure I believe I will get; An envelope containing barely a cup from a sea of thoughts and emotion. I think there are beautiful things waiting for you. You just have to be looking for them. And amid the beautiful parts of your future, if you find an old picture of us, and clear away the dust, I hope you miss me at least a little. Maybe that’s selfish, but it’s human. Perhaps we would’ve worked out in another universe.

As I write this letter - which has consumed several days - I’ve slowly but surely begun to accept the fact that you might never greet me again, or text me asking to FaceTime, or smile my way briefly in passing. In this new reality, I find the only direction to move is forward, and I can’t do that until I accept this fate. I hope that acceptance will come soon because the pain of not knowing you is unbearable. All of this will fade slowly and ache like a wound. As macabre as this metaphor is, I hope you leave a scar because its story would be the loveliest of them all.

Every choice is the right one, remember that. All of them will lead you to the future you’re meant to have, the people you’re meant to love, the lessons you’re meant to learn, and the ways you’re meant to change. To be loved, is to be changed after all. I hope that void gets filled by something or someone. I hope you smile a lot, and find the people and things and love that make life worth living. Above all, I hope you’re happy wherever all that may be.

My last act of love will be letting you go.

That's it! Names were excluded obviously. Let me know if there's any changes, major or minor, to be made. Any and all feedback accepted. Please don't invalidate or disregard my emotions and feelings simply because I'm a teenager. I know what being in love is like. The fact that we are both under 18 doesn't mean that we are incapable of feeling deeply, just as I state in the letter. Every day I wake up and miss him and I can't imagine us being with anyone else and I wonder if I'll feel this way for the rest of my life. I think that's about as in love as in love can be, and us being under 18 doesn't render that meaningless.

I am still unsure if this will be given to him. I have been advised by irl best friend to not do it but she also acknowledged that ultimately it is my choice so I’d like to get some more opinions if people are up to it. Hopefully a consensus is reached soon? Or is that too much to ask?

[haialliecat]

To the girl that brought him to me;

I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I absorbed myself in his eyes when he walked through the door. I’m sorry that everything else melted away when he was near. I’m sorry that I only talked to you to talk about him. I was a terrible friend to you and you gave me the greatest blessing of pure unconditional love. I’m sorry that I stole him from you and all his other friends. I thank you for giving me such a wonderful gift and opportunity for love and I’m sorry I let it slip through my fingers. I thank you for bringing this beautiful soul into my life and connecting me with my twin flame. I’m sorry I didn’t see what a blessing was when I had it. I’m sorry I never apologized for all the pain I caused you.

If I could apologize how would that go? What could I possibly say to justify my actions and responses to the gift you’ve bestowed upon me, and I just treated you like an afterthought. Looking back I see it all so clearly but believe me when I say the second he walked through your bedroom door everyone and everything else just disappeared and I was home and at peace. The sense of familiarity was so prominent and we were so young and naive it was like my life’s ambition had been set in stone.. and I forgot you.

I forgot you and everything you’d done for me. I’d forgotten summer camp and our sleepover watching horror movies. I’d forgotten to be a friend and become consumed with the thought of being a girlfriend.

I can’t even face you and apologize because I’m so ashamed of how I treated you.