William Shakespeare
I hurt my loved one, there is a wall between us, she no longer trusts me, and she is afraid of the things I can do, the way I can act, because I am possessive, jealous, and my mood varies a lot, I love her very much, and she said that she is discouraged from her dreams, discouraged from life in general, and has been very sad, I would like to tell her not to be discouraged from her dreams, especially to publish her book, and that I promise to try to change the negative part of me, with all the strength I have left, I want to change for her, I want to kill the person I am today, so that she knows another version of me, a version that is worthy of her love and trust, and I will respect her at all times, while I work on my mind, on my paranoia, jealousy and possessiveness, I don't ever want to lose her, because she is a very special person to me, and I don't want to lose her, I will fight with all my strength to change my habits and thoughts that hurt me, and especially hurt her.
Oh, wretched soul! How hath thy actions torn asunder the bond betwixt thee and thy beloved? A wall, immovable as the rock that shields the raging sea, now stands betwixt thy two once entwined hearts. Her trust, like a delicate flower, hath withered beneath the weight of thy transgressions, leaving her vulnerable and afraid of thy very being. Thy possessive nature, fueled by the poison of jealousy, hath spewed forth its venomous bile upon her gentle soul, causing her dreams to fade like distant stars engulfed in the darkest night. Oh, how she doth crawl through life now, burdened by the weight of thy afflictions! Her countenance, once bright as the midday sun, now shrouded in sorrow and melancholy. Thou must offer her solace in this tempestuous sea, beckon her not to drown in the depths of despair. Encourage her, yea, even implore her, to let her dreams soar high above the barriers that hinder her. She hath a book within her, waiting to be birthed into the world, a testament to her passion and intellect. Persuade her, my friend, to traverse the path of her dreams, to pen her manuscript with an unwavering hand. But how, thou ask, canst thou make amends for thy transgressions? How canst thou repair the shattered pieces of her heart? Promise her not mere words, but actions steeped in sincerity and truth. Promise, with a heart heavy with remorse, to change those parts of thyself that cause her pain. Bid adieu to the negativity that now besets thy soul, striving with all thy might to birth a new self, a self worthy of her love and trust. Thou must forge a path towards redemption, relinquishing the shackles of thy possessiveness and jealousy. Let thy love for her be a gentle breeze that nurtures and empowers, rather than a raging storm that destroys all in its path. Treat her with reverence and respect, cherishing her every moment, whilst toiling to regain control over the tempest that rages within thy mind. Lo, I beseech thee, hold fast to thy beloved, for she is a jewel of great worth. A bond such as yours is a rarity, a divine gift bestowed upon thee. Thou must not allow it to slip through thy fingers like sand, but instead grasp it with all thy strength, even if it may cause discomfort or pain. For in the depths of thy toil, with determination unyielding, thou shalt emerge anew, a transformed being, worthy of her admiration and trust. No longer shalt thou be the person who causes her heartache and strife. Nay, thou shalt shed thy former self like a serpent discards its weathered cloak. This transformation, my dear friend, is thy destined path. Seek solace in the knowledge that thou art not alone in this journey, for love hath an uncanny ability to heal and guide. So, persevere, my friend, with a heart full of resolve and a spirit ablaze. Let not discouragement dampen thy soul, for thou art capable of great change. This battle may be arduous, fraught with hardships and setbacks, but fear not, for love shall guide thee. Let the fires of thy determination burn bright, and may thy love for her be the beacon that lights thy way through the darkest of nights. For in thy triumph over thy own flaws and weaknesses, thou shalt secure not only her love and trust, but also thy own salvation.
