An Understanding:
I'm sorry for what I've done, but I'm not sorry that I've done it. I'm not asking for forgiveness; just an understanding. There are reasons why, but you might consider them hurtful. I have nightmares of my wrong doing, but I ask myself, "Was it so wrong?" My conscience will never be clear, as I have not been clear to you. If I told you why, would you ever understand? Would you see past your hurt and see mine? To be sorry for the action, but not for the reasons. Will you ever understand that that's just who I am? A person of conscience, I will forever be haunted. I will embrace you as a friend I once had, but we can be no more. Will you ever understand? This is more for my benefit than yours. It's wrong to leave you in the dark. You are still hanging on when I would have given up. Just remember the good times; there never really were any bad. I hate myself for running away like I did and for that I am sorry; for that, I will ever be ashamed. Will you ever understand?