Love Poems Of Forgiveness นิยาย & เรื่องราว

he whispers, his tears mingling with mine. We stand there, holding each other, as the weight of our pain lifts, slowly, incrementally. Forgiveness begins to heal the wounds, sealing the fractures in our bond. "Lucien," I whisper, my voice muffled against his chest. "Roz?" he responds, his voice filled with hope. "I forgive you," I say, the words barely audible, but carrying the weight of a promise. Lucien's grip tightens. "Thank you," he whispers. "Thank you."

ELENA'S POV ‘Hate is a strong word to say’, my mother always said each time I ranted on and on about a certain person that wronged me that day. I have never been the forgiving type and usually, it always took me longer than normal to snap out of my overflowing kindness and patience towards anyone. But as I watched him disappear farther and farther into the distance away from me, into the cold we were no longer strangers to, Hate only seemed to downplay the raging emotions I felt towards him.

“If your apology is mine, then my forgiveness is yours. You did not act out of ill intent, Samyak; you acted out of love. I cannot hate you for that. My heart is yours, and it always will be. We must face this together. I want to help you. I want to help you make right the wrongs of your past.” Then his lips were on mine, breathing in my love, my forgiveness, and my soul. Like a stretching reed covered in snow, I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck. The moonlight made our souls bare. Soft beneath the pallid glow, our truths were uncovered, aligned.

“No. I know she is in love with you but even that can’t make her do horrible things like this.” I sighed.“My father once told me something, he said that love is the strongest emotion in the world and also the most dangerous thing in the world. It can mend broken hearts, heal wounded minds and pacify troubled souls but it can also destroy the purest of hearts.” Her tears flowed ceaselessly. “I don’t know if I would ever forgive her. I want to but I just can’t.” “Forgiveness?” I scoffed. “I have studied that word for several years and I still don’t understand what it is.”

“Then don’t. Remember your purpose. Remember why you’re here. Remember the bond that was ripped from you, and let it fuel you. Let it drive you. Don’t be distracted by her smiles. Don’t be fooled by courtesy. This is not kindness. This is manipulation. And you… you are not weak anymore.” Angel Caierre floated down to rest on his shoulder, small hand brushing his cheek. “And yet… maybe you can still learn to forgive. Not for her. Not for Alvar. For yourself. Forgiveness doesn’t mean you forget. It doesn’t mean you give up. It just means you… let go of the poison eating you from inside.”

Where we've celebrated and processed and lived so much of our life together. I bring the letter. A metal bowl. Matches. "You sure about this?" Liam asks. "No. But I'm doing it anyway." I place the letter in the bowl. Light a match. Watch it catch fire. The paper burns slowly. Edges curling. Words disappearing. Five years of resentment turning to ash. "I forgive you, Ethan," I say aloud. "I forgive you for destroying me. For trying to break me. For all of it. You're forgiven. You're released. And so am I."

somewhere inside me I had never explored, a child's voice, a voice that is afraid, a voice that is in pain, a voice that hopes, a voice that believes, a voice that loves, a voice that says, "I forgive you, Mommy, I forgive you, I forgive you for not coming back sooner, I forgive you for not remembering sooner, I forgive you for not searching for me sooner, I forgive you for not loving me sooner, I forgive you everything, everything, everything, because you are my mother, because I am your daughter, because that is what it is, a mother, a daughter, something that cannot be erased, that cannot be forgotten, that cannot be betrayed, that cannot be lied to, that cannot be hidden, that cannot be

Her voice trembled, finding it difficult to meet my gaze “What’s the issue?”, I inquired. “I— I really need you to forgive me”, she continued, still trembling as tears welled up in her eyes. My mom had once informed me about Gwen’s mistreatment by her lover. She said a friend of hers told her about it but before she informed me I knew what had happened to Gwen and even the day of her arrival. “It’s alright,” I assured her. Though my pride was hurt at the time but it happened three years ago and truthfully, I had moved on. The false accusations by my father at the office now hurt even more .

I raised my middle finger, and I uttered the words. “Fuck you!” He can’t even hear it. I ran back even though my heart was pounding because of what he did. Forgive me, Wendy. I have no intention of feeling this way with your fiance. When I got back, fortunately, the bucket was still there. I quickly picked it up, and I was about to run back when I suddenly came out of the big grass I saw Lorenzo. We were both still surprised when we met each other. Oh no. What can I tell him?

She lost the baby. My mother acted heartbroken, but she blamed me for all of it. Because of her, I lost my child, my marriage, and any foothold I had left in the world. I shut my burning eyes and forced down the dull ache in my chest. Then I turned and walked away. This time around, I've figured it out. Love doesn't matter one bit. Money matters. Seeing me walk off like I couldn't care less, my mother's face flickered with shock. She gritted her teeth and shoved the bedroom door open herself.