O Emmanuel, Rex et Legifer noster, expectatio gentium and salvator earum: veni ad salvandum nos, Domine Deus Noster!
O Emmanuel, our King and Lawgiver, expectation of the nations and their savior: come to save us, Lord our God!
There's no easy way for me to say this, so let me start with the most important part:
I am sorry.
I have done you wrong, and I am sorry.
I have hurt you, and I am sorry.
For every time I had an advantage over you and used it to your disadvantage, I'm sorry.
For every time I threw you into a crisis of self-doubt and self-hatred, I'm sorry.
For every time I shouted at you, called you names, slandered you behind your back, excluded you, ridiculed you, and broke your heart, I'm sorry.
For every time I chose my own interest at your expense and obfuscated the truth, I'm sorry.
For every time I physically, mentally, verbally, and spiritually harmed you, I'm sorry.
For every time I tried to come between you and the ones you loved, I'm sorry.
For every time I chose the lazy way at your expense, I'm sorry.
For every time my words or actions invited you to act or speak in ways you regret, I'm sorry.
For every time I spoke or acted in any unkind, uncharitable, unloving way, I'm sorry.
For these words that will probably never reach you, I'm sorry.
For these words that you probably wouldn't believe anyway, I'm sorry.
For every wrong that I have forgotten, I'm sorry.
For everything I do in the future to convince you that I'm still as stony-hearted as ever, I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
All I have left to offer you is my open hands, waiting in emptiness to receive your undeserved forgiveness.
With broken love,