To alter the given course of Loves path is to fiddle with shit one soul; at best, can never understand...
What am i , who could i think i might be to ever know what course in life i am ment to walk.. and yet.. fuck i thin kto pursume that i know with heart searing clarity the truth of my mistakes..
WE can never know the depth of our mistakes.. our misdeeds. that which we would give a shard of the soul to remake. echoing not within just my very own soul but within His,...... So many of whom our actions touch reverbarate to the depth of their very Core. Each knowing in that timeless moment of Memory the agony of unspoken words; actions never undertaken.
Appoligy is nothing but curtisy. What is the honest Expression from one kindred soul to another, Remorse...????
Je ne sais pas.