Where has time gone? Romantic & regretful!

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We'll make love all night and you'll call me by my name. You'll be wrapped tightly in my arms and I'll be looking down at you, kissing you softly on your forehead, sweat dripping down your body, a light dancing off of your face that's flickering from the candle on the nightstand, and the smooth sounds of Marvin Gaye playing in the background from the Vonda record. Everything seems so perfect, everything seems so right.

You know, that was the honeymoon phase of things and God, it wears off so quickly. Sometimes I look back on those moments and think, where in the hell has time gone? Where in the hell has time gone? I don't want to argue with you anymore.

I love you too much to do that and I know you love me. I think you're just hurt because I chose to walk away from the situation. You can leave this place today and hate me for the rest of your life, but I want you to know that I always loved you and I will always wish you the best.

There's no malice, there's no ill will, there's no hard feelings for anything. I wouldn't take anything back and I don't regret anything that happened between the two of us. I love you now.

I love you when you were saying all those hurtful things. I love you tomorrow and I love you the day after. I just don't want to say how we got here.

It's not like you. It's not like me. It's not like us.

I miss the days when we would make love till things got right. I want to make love right now. Listen.

Listen. Hey. Wait.

Stop. Please stop. I want to make love right now, but I also understand that it will cloud our judgment.

It's just a band-aid. It's not a real solution to the problem. It's things inside of us that we need to heal from.

It's things inside of us that we need to really work through before we can ever come back together. If we can ever come back together. You know, I think a great testament to our love would be how hard we could put the work in.

Not only for each other, but mostly for ourselves because we deserve it. You deserve to be healed. You deserve to be happy and thriving.

The love that you pour into me, you deserve for it to be reciprocated and vice versa. I pray to God that you could find a way to forgive me for walking away and choosing to heal and choosing to do the right thing. But I also pray that we can find our way back to one another one day.

And I always love you. No matter what, I want you to know that I always love you, okay? Wake up one day and I'm 90 years old.

Hair full of gray hair. Alone in the house. No kids, no grandkids.

Just an old man. Filled with regret. A bunch of memories.

Waiting to die alone. We gotta find a way to make this thing right. We gotta heal.

I love you. And I'll wait for you. I'll wait for you.

It's never easy saying I'm sorry. I guess I've been trying to find the right words ever since we left each other. And I don't want it to seem like empty words.

In all honesty, I never thought I'd see you again. I mean, that last argument, it was pretty bad. I know we both said some things we didn't mean.

I'm afraid. I'm afraid of losing you. I'm afraid of you moving on and forgetting about all the memories that we created.

I think the scariest part of all is loving someone as deep as I love you. And knowing that there was nothing you could do to get it back. I was so heartbroken.

Every single day I thought of you. It's not one day that's went by that I didn't think of you. That I didn't think of us.

That I didn't think of what we had. Every time I closed my eyes, I could see your face. I allowed my pride to make me miss out on one of the best things that ever happened to me.

It feels like I'm suffocating, I'm drowning. You're the reason why I breathe. I think you're the air in my lungs.

And without you I just feel lost. I feel so incomplete. And you know what the sad part about it is, baby? It took me losing you to realize this.

If I could be truthful for just one minute, one second. I'm afraid. I guess I'm afraid of how much you really mean to me.

I tried my best to get over you. I tried my best to stop thinking about you, but the memories, they feel so real. When I lay down in this bed at nighttime, I close my eyes.

I swear it feels just like you're right here with me. Moving on was tough. I couldn't stop the thoughts, I couldn't stop the memories.

I would even go by your page sometimes. I felt like I was losing you. I felt like I was in a sailboat in the middle of the ocean.

And the boat capsized. And I was floating.