The regret I feel , the sorrow that over whelms me, the aching of my heart. It’s my fault. I made the mistake and now I must suffer for it. I know what I did is going to hurt you when you hear it, I hate that I did it. I would take back that moment if i could. Because I was supposed to be the protector of your heart, its defender. But I had failed, I . . . I . . . I am the one that hurt it. So if you hate me I’ll understand, because it’s all my fault. But I truly hope you well be able to forgive me.