Sorry, I'm Late

Childhood sweetheart, fifteen years of bitter love, but in exchange for watching others put on a wedding dress for you; isn't it said that God always favors those who love each other? Why do we love each other so much but have to be torn apart. Sorry, the pale words, the last tear at the wedding, this may be our destiny in this life. Love does not necessarily mean possession. As long as you live a happy life, I am willing to disappear from your sight forever. I am in a daze, and what I get from my constant probing is not the news of your happiness. Why, I broke up and married you but didn't cherish you. Is it just to retaliate for our former love. Although I'm just a little person, I'm sorry for bullying the person I love and hurting her to such an extent. How can I forgive you? Even if I finish playing with you, I want to let you know that you can never compete with my love. Sorry, I'm late, but no matter where in the world, I will appear when you need me most, just because of that promise that I love you.