sorry - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
In the end, I was only sorry I hadn't defended myself sooner. The worst day of Cory's life was the day he got power over me, the day I handed him the keys to my mind, body and soul. From then on he grew entitled and bitter, without challenge he became a tyrant to others and a prisoner to his own warped beliefs. Had I stood up to him, been stronger, I could have snapped him out of it. I could have told him to stop being so damn selfish and think of others, grow his empathy instead of his lust for dominance and cowardly need to keep himself safe at any cost. I think that's all I'm sorry for, everything else I did was defensive, defending myself and those who depend on me.
To say sorry to me would be like covering a bullet hole with a band-aid... Breaking me again yet expecting everything to be fixed.
Dad looked like a child refused affection when their inner-screams cried for love. In that moment we both crying for help from one another, sorry, feeling stupid. We hugged. I hugged. I held him tight as if my embrace could keep him safe forever. How did such a small and insignificant problem become such drama? His softness was dragging me into a deep sleep. He smelt like coffee mixed with roses, making my nose tickle a little bit. But hey, after all, it was Dad! I felt like I’d just made both of us feel guilty for something that maybe we haven’t even done and my anger melted away to nothing, my bad words and thoughts blowing as ashes in the wind.
These days the word sorry is so meaningless and overused. Saying sorry doesn't fix the heartbreak you have caused, the added fear and worry to someone, sorry is just a word.