I wish I had all the time in the world to tell you that I'm sorry, then I would spend eternity trying to take away your pain, my love.

And was it worth it? Only Mother Moon knows just how badly I still need you, how I long for your kiss, the way you touch, your smell, the very blood that gave me my other half of life.

I wish I had all the things that you do, that make you who you are, perhaps then I would be a better person than what I've done to you, my darling.

And was it worth it? Only Father Sun knows just how deeply I still feel for you, how I miss your purity, the way you smile, your everything, the very love that I still reach out for day in and day out.

"Was it worth it?"

Of course it wasn't, because in the end, I hurt you so. But this is my plea, my moment of begging, my everything. Please, don't give up on me. I know that I'm not perfect, and I apologize for that, and will until my dying day, but please, let me heal your wounds, let me help you off your knees, that same way I did not too long ago.

Remember that day? All the snow on the ground? And the way your blood was dripping away? Remember when I helped you up, took you home, and treated the gash?

I blushed when you looked down, and you did too when I looked up? I've forgotten what innocence feels like. You showed me though, dis-spite what we are.

"Was it worth it?"

That is only something that you can answer, my werewolf, but please, at least consider giving this vampire a second chance.