Regretful Letter Novels & Stories

OV No one knows how but everyone has things that they regret. Some regret not treasuring what they had, but they realize too late that what they had was precious. Some regret unsaid thoughts and words when they had the opportunity to say them. Others regret not being courageous enough to take risks. Hamdan was no exception. He had a lot of regrets. He regretted being selfish, he regretted not trusting his beloved wife, he regretted driving her away yet his biggest regret was not being there for his wife. The last call she made to him was like a wakeup call to his selfish self.

My Dearest Dargo. It is with deep sadness in my heart that I write this letter to you. I do not see a way for me to be free and be with you. I regret that I was angry with you on our last night together in the palace. I would that it was our best night ever but we cannot change the past.

And this letter, no matter how honest it is, doesn’t change what I did to you. But I needed you to know that I see it now. I see you. I see your worth. I see everything I lost. And if there’s one thing I regret more than anything else, it’s that I realized it too late. You deserved better than me.You still do. I hope wherever you are, you’re healing. I hope you find someone who treats you the way you should have always been treated, who doesn’t make you question your value, who doesn’t make you compete for love, who chooses you fully, honestly, and without hesitation.

Her voice cracked. "Quentin's gone. The doctor said it was from a broken heart. He said his biggest regret was how he treated you. He divorced Rainee after the baby... but he couldn't face you. Too scared. Too ashamed." My throat went dry. Lips pressed tight. Why do people always wait till it's too late? I opened the letter. One line. [May we meet again in the next life and start over.] I let out a breath. Then I lit the letter on fire.

"I'm busy. Get some rest. I'll come see you after work." Lea didn't respond. I figured she was deeply disappointed with my decision. I let out a rough sigh. Even so, I wanted to disappoint Anna even less. My phone vibrated again. A message from Lea. "You're a bastard, Dylan. Two months from now, if you're still dragging this out, you'll regret it." Regret what? Not marrying her? I ran my fingers through my hair, pushing it back, then leaned against the window behind me. Wasn't that all I'd wanted all this time?

I was so fucking sure we'd finally have her. I pushed everything off my table in frustration. I couldn't really concentarte, after reading the letter she had written. I was determined to find her and make everything up to her, even if it takes years. With that thought in mind, I went back to office where the team was working. "Attention!" I said, gaining the attention of everyone in the room.

If I could go back in time, I would never let go of your hand, so that we could be together and face everything together like we used to. Please, do not resent me for making this horrible mistake. I would do anything to make it up to you once you got back. Don't give up on me, don't give up on us." I poured my heart out on this letter, words could not describe my regret. I couldn't stand the thought of losing her. I thought I could be with Kaia and she should be enough, but the last few weeks told me that I couldn't. Without her, everything was out of order. I needed her back to put everything in place again. I just hoped that she would forget me for my mistakes.

"I wrote those letters when you were seventeen. I’ve liked you since I was thirteen. Do you remember the year we caught the flu and my parents were busy working? They asked your mother for help to take care of me, and we ended up staying in the same suite in the hospital. You got well before me and would bring me medicine and candy every day even though you were afraid of me. You didn't even dare talk to me. When I fell asleep, you didn't dare wake me up and ended up sitting by my bed for an hour. The medicine had gone cold, and you fell asleep. When I woke you up, the first thing you did was take away the bowl of medicine. You told me that cold medicine doesn't taste good, so you ran off to

“I know I caused you a lot of pain. You left without a word just as I used to do and I dared not search for you recklessly anymore. Emilia and I...no matter how she feels about me, we agreed to have our separate ways. We should have parted ways since long ago but we never did. And I just realize now how much those days hurt you. That me and Emilia are not just childhood friends or teenage sweethearts, we were more than that—but not in the same way we were when we’re together.” Someone sat beside me and I ignored him when he asked about the weather or something. I just focused my eyes on the letter. “I will miss you, Ana. But I must stay away as I have caused too much harm than I compelled my

(REGRET) REGRET. The big and bolded letter word that Emie read unto the cover page of the seemingly ordinary letter, but a tangible mysterious one inside, wherein the sender itself is nothing, but a blank name that ringing a warning, yet knocking her sub-conscious mind with the interest to the extreme. She opens it as she undoes the folds and whispers. “God’s gate. Alchemy.”