Baby, I am writing because every time I try to tell you how I truly feel I say the wrong thing or get frustrated and we end up fighting.
I love you and I am so sorry that I hurt you. I know what I said about your past, specifically Justin, was cruel and I am sure it reminded you of the way he used to treat you. I am not him and I never will be (well maybe those little parts of him you actually did like). I am not sure how we found each other but I cannot imagine a more perfect partner and lover for me than you. Maria saw it and for the last 6 months I have been trying to figure out how to let you know that I see it too.
I love you and I am so sorry that I hurt you. I know you probably shouldn’t forgive me, I’m not even sure how you would. I don’t forgive myself. I let jealously and fear take over and I couldn’t see through it. If I could have I would have seen how hurt you were and I would have fallen to my knees and begged your forgiveness, but pride and insecurity overtook me. I let you down, I let myself down and yeah I let Maria down. She saw such perfection in us together that it breaks my heart that you had to tell her we might be through.
I love you and I am so sorry that I hurt you. I ruined the best relationship I have ever had, and that includes my relationship with Daniel. You not only saw me for who I really am but you accepted every part of me. The bad parts, the angry parts and insecure and afraid parts. You nurtured the parts of myself that I kept hidden from everyone (yes including Daniel) and embraced every quirk and kink. But even more importantly you let me see yours. You trusted me to not turn away, not judge you or shame you for your desires. You have no idea how it feels to have someone completely trust you with their heart, and I broke yours.
I love you and I am so sorry that I hurt you. Please forgive me. I will do whatever it takes to make it right. Whatever is necessary to make us whole again. There is no one else for me and I do not believe I can live my life without your hand in mine. If I never hear our voice or laugh again I might as well be deaf. If I cannot see your smile or the lust you used to have for me in your eyes, then I might as well be blind. And if I never get to taste your lips or the sweet honey of your desire again then I truly might as well be dead.
I love you. Please let me try again. Let us try again.