Below is an example of an apology letter to your boyfriend for being mean, for when you want to say : I’m sorry for hurting you
Apology letter to your boyfriend for being mean : I’m sorry for hurting you
I think it’s time I wrote you a letter because it seems like lately I don’t talk anymore, but that I only bark. I would like to apologize. Apologize for my attitude, for what I’ve done, for what I’ve said. Apologize for always being a pessimist and for seeing evil everywhere, for always being mad at you, for hurting you.
The worst part being that I never thank you. I always pretend you’re the bad guy. A loveless monster that abandons me. When in fact I am the problem. When I never have enough, am never satisfied, am always asking for the impossible. If you gave me the moon, I’d grow tired of it soon. I’m a bitch and as I write to you today, I am ashamed of it. From the bottom of my heart, I wish to tell you what an exceptional person you are. I can’t explain how I managed to find such a rare gem as you. After everything I made you go through ; the tantrums, the shouting, the hysteria, paranoia and jealousy… you remained an angel. You always try to understand me, to put a smile on my face, to make me happy. And I never thank you enough. I never thank you for your daily presence, for putting up with me when I have mood swings or when I’m feeling blue, for putting up with me at all. I never thank you for your smile, the joy of living you wear like a crown you would gladly share with me. I never thank you for loving both me and my flaws.
You are my magic potion, my Fairy Godmother. With you, every problem finds its solution, every tear drop evaporates into a smile, and every fight is the foundation of something better. But the cruel claws of the future won’t hurt us. Because even though I don’t look it, since the very first day that I’ve been at your side, I know we will be stronger than the rest of the world.
I want us to run on the beach holding hands, to wet our socks, to jump in puddles, to race our bikes on cobblestones, to make out against a wall, to ride the subway in endless laughter, to drink till our heads spin, to dance on the river banks, to pick wild flowers in the woods, to not give a damn about other peoples woes. I want us to make love in a field, to play hide and seek at Ikea, to always agree and to always love each other like crazy, like we are crazy. I wish I had some innocence.
I will stop writing after this cliché sentence that summarises my thoughts entirely : “I love you”.