In the depths of darkness, I feel an unbearable emptiness within my heart and soul. Marrying someone I do not love—for the sake of business—has shattered my heart into irreparable pieces.

It wasn’t you whom I regret leaving behind. You were the one I should have loved until the very end—until my final breath. Yet, I let you go.

I invited you to the wedding, and as the bride made her entrance, I found myself staring at her with vacant, emotionless eyes—bereft of feeling, filled only with bitterness and a hollow absence of love.

A broken man, incapable of love—I am undeserving of her. I never was.

I despise this feeling. I despise everyone. The only one I ever loved was you. I long for my freedom. No applause should have filled the hall, and I’m almost grateful that yours never did.

After the ceremony, I seized the chance to approach you. Watching you walk away ignited a firestorm of despair and yearning within me. I can no longer bear this torment.

I. MUST. WIN. YOU. BACK.

I led you to a secluded spot beside the church. For the first time in years, we stood face to face.

I knelt before you, gently taking your hand into mine. I kissed your knuckles tenderly and pressed them against my cheek.

“Cuore mio, my heart belongs to you. I long for you with every part of my being. You own me—completely. Please… take me back. Let us mend what we once lost. I beg you,” I pleaded, my voice heavy with desperation.