As each day passes, it feels less and less like a fairy tale and more and more like cinderella woke up and realized it was a dream. She took a wrong turn in her glass slippers and lost her way. You were right. Something changed. I repainted our mural with cheap paint. I never used primer. It was not set right. I stepped out of us and I could not step back in. My fire for you has turned to smoldering embers. You said if I chose to leave again, you wouldn't stop me. Please don't. I have been unfaithful despite all my words in their entirety, living now to no longer bring you dishonor. I havent the fire I used to have. And now despite your love I must release you. I ask you to forgive me. Please.
I just read your e-mails. I respect you Devon, and I respect your decision. You asked for forgiveness. Darling of course I forgive you, I love you, and that will never change. You say you must release me, fine. But do so with the knowledge that sometimes when you put an unfinished book down for a time, when you pick it back up you can start in again without having to reread the previous chapters. What I'm saying is, for me, personally, this isn't truly the end of us, or at least it doesn't have to be. Perhaps right now in this time of our lives, things have shifted and the fire has cooled. But raging infernos have been started from tiny embers long after it was thought that the fire was completely dead. Baby if you want me out of your life, I have to respect that. However, I would never want for us to completely cut all ties, as I still haven't completely given up hope. I dunno if any of this makes sense. Look long story short, I love you, and I always will, no matter what. Truth.
