Come back, please come back! Tell me, what have I done; or, what have I not done? Is it something I did? Or is it something I failed to do? Is it the way I walk? Is it the way I talk? Is it just being me? Have I misconduct myself? Tell me; please just tell me where did I go wrong to have lost you this bad? How can you leave someone you stared at the face with all content completely in just a matter of one lousy break-up conversation? What right can I make?
Have you forgotten how you felt back then? You see, I can’t forget how you made me feel. Isn’t there any chance that you haven’t forgotten all the things you said you felt? Isn’t there any chance that you remember how you once felt for me, and maybe feel that again? I refuse to believe that all those feelings would just be gone in a matter of not even weeks but days.
What can I do to make this right again? What can I do to have you back again? Tell me, tell me and I would do anything, anything! I worked through my schedule because I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to give enough time for you; I would re-work through any schedule if you only would give me a chance. Any kind of displeasure you have of me I would change it and change it over again till it would honor you. Anything I did shameful, though I cannot erase, I would rectify and do a hundred others just so you feel good again.
Have I broken your heart? Have I bruised you unintentionally? Have I scoured your feelings? All I have done, and all that I am willing to do, and everything else there is to; nothing in the world would I allow to leave not a scratch on you. Mine is not so beautiful as compared to yours when you smile, mine is not even half alluring as your beautiful physique; but my heart is pure, and this is my one pride. I know what I feel for you, and I know that these feelings are true. If anything else fails, if anything else I am not even a competition to the more attractive world, but I know that no other soul will love you as much as mine does.
I did my best, I swear! I trusted you, I had not a single wrong notion of your being; no, not in the slightest of sense. And in the greatest of sense, my ever-aching heart longs for your presence, your smile the most beautiful of all; I ache for you, please, come back home.
Sunday, August 24, 2014