The Times Of Trial

Days like these, we had in the past, are having in the present, and will have in the future. These are the days we innocently dreaded, to be days we would never want, yet we knew they would come.


As the moments pass us by, a cloud of uncertainty shrouds us as we look eye to eye, not knowing of words to say. The time of thoughts and words which mean only to cause us harm, confusion, and tiresome misunderstandings. Our times of trial.


I know not of words to say, to define what we go through together from both our points of view. Yet, I know one thing. I am sorry, my love. I apologize, for all the wrong words said, the wrong actions done, and the wrong thoughts I think. My promise of never to hurt nor trouble you, a promise seemingly broken time and time again. For the many things we quarrel about, it is I who run out of the very patience I know you cherish about me. Every odd moment of struggle within our bonds caused by trouble from my perch, things which need not be brought into thought I constantly revisit or express regardless of whether they can be solved or not. Yet my stubborn self keeps fooling around till it boils over and it hurts us both, ever so deeply.


I am so sorry, my love, for the days and nights which I do you wrong. For my failure to make your dark days brighter. For my lack of sense of humor. For my insensitivity to words. For my wrongdoings. For all I do or not do that can undone all that we have endeavored for together.


As time approaches another milestone, I dearly hope we can and will always go on. No matter what happens, I won't let this go. I love you, my dearest. Forever and always.