I Won T Forgive You So Stop Waiting Novels & Stories

If only I'd had known you had a storm to weather So, before you go Was there something I could've said to make it all stop hurting It kills me how your mind can make you feel so worthless So, before you go.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm great. No matter what, just know that I do love you. I am currently fighting this battle on the inside. I promise I am trying to let go. I want this as much as you do, but I can not let myself be the way I was all those other times. I just can't do it. I'm not saying you will leave me or anything like that, I just need time. Can you give me that? I promise I will do everything I can to just let go of everything in the past and be with you." "Of course. You can take all the time in the world. I told you, I'm here. Forever. I love you."

Silence takes over in the night and we both keep our eyes away from each other. Looking at him again, I'm more calm now as I speak up again." So I might sound naive, be too forgiving and actually want to hear people out instead of cutting them out of my life, but that's just the way I am, and if you can't accept me, then maybe, " I stop mid sentence, causing his head to snap to me.

He almost whispered to me. “I don’t want to give up either, Dave. Even if it hurts so much, I will endure. Even if it takes a long time before she forgives me, I will wait. I don’t want to give up, even though it really hurt me a lot. I will not give in to my child. I will wait, and I will wait when she will listen to my explanations and when she will forgive me,” I said, without cutting our glance. I don't care if I've shown too many tears to Dave, I don't care if he has seen me discouraged.

“You won’t as long as you tell me the truth.” He took a moment to find the words.“You’ve always been… everything. It took me too long to see that, I think. I was distracted, but that’s not necessarily an excuse. But now I see you, all of you, so clearly. And I want you to forgive me, but I won’t force it, so I’m… waiting on your next move.” The words hit deep, unraveling something knotted inside me. “I wanted someone to stand with me. To believe in me.”

°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° PREVIOUSLY "I have already reconsider my decision, I will accept you and I have forgiven you......" "Forgiven me for what?"

What I wanted to do was believe every word. But belief meant forgiveness. And forgiveness was too easy. Too fast. I shook my head, choking on the storm in my throat. “I don’t… I don’t know, Mike. I don’t know what to do with this. With you.” He inhaled sharply, as though my uncertainty was a blade to his ribs. “I’ll wait. I’ll give you time. As much time as you need. Just don’t shut me out completely. Don’t let this be the end.”

“He’ll hear it. Maybe not today, but someday.” “I hope so.” The hours that followed were long and gray. Outside, rain began to fall, soft, steady, relentless. I watched it run down the glass until the city blurred. When I finally spoke again, my voice was barely there. “Do you think he’ll ever forgive me?” Maya didn’t lie. “I think forgiveness takes time. And right now, he’s still bleeding.” I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. “Then I’ll wait.” ---- That night, the rain stopped, but the air stayed heavy, like the world was waiting for the next blow.

Instead, messages came like stolen moments — spaced out, careful, intimate in their restraint. Did you eat today? Did you sleep? Is the city kind to you? Sometimes I didn’t reply. Sometimes I replied with lies. But always, always, I waited. One night, I typed something I shouldn’t have. I hate what you did. The response didn’t come right away. When it did, it was slow. Measured. You’re allowed to. I closed my eyes, tears slipping free. I don’t know how to forgive you. Another pause. Then:

And I knew then—if I didn’t leave now, I’d do something I couldn’t confess away. I turned on my heel and stormed back into the church, ignoring the voices behind me, ignoring the prayers still echoing faintly off the walls. I sat in the first pew, gripping the edge until my knuckles whitened. “Forgive me,” I muttered under my breath. “Forgive me, because I don’t know how much longer I can fight this.” But when I closed my eyes, it wasn’t forgiveness I saw. It was Ezra’s smile. And the sound of his laugh still burned in my ears.