Apologies
I don't know which is more brutal, my heart or my mind. They take turns pummeling me, berating me, striking me down, and dragging me through the streets of regret. I'm so sorry. I never should have let this happen. If God would let me restore what I've taken from you, I would — 700 fold. I feel sick to my stomach every single day considering what I've done. I've sought God with tears night and day and in the middle of the night for a way to put you and your family back together, to bind up these broken hearts, to heal the wounded spirits. My hands are so short, and the answers seem just out of reach. My dear, I love you too much to have hurt you like this, to have taken anything from you. All I wanted was to add more to your life. Instead, I've broken it like a beast. Like a murderer, I've injected your lives with suffering. I've taken the best things — the nearest and dearest things to you — and I've slit their throats before y...