Love letter # 574

Naïve, I conceded. Arrogant, you suggested.

I thought my love would be enough. It was not. The anchor chains were heavier than my foolish affection. There was no simple wishing away, no kissing it better. We required something more resolute than passion.

When things did not change, I did not take heed; and soon my love became a proxy for everything awry. Another chapter in a sorry tale. If I once offered to be the saviour, now I see what a vainglorious enslaver I became. I would beg your forgiveness if I believed myself worthy of such, wallow in shame if it were more than mere theatre.

Yet truly now…not even apology…for only my silence will suffice.