"I wish I could forget how she made me feel like the only man in the world. I wish I could forgive myself for doing what I did. But I also wish she would take me back. But I can't and I wish I could."
To whoever finds this: I can't forgive myself.
I can't walk down the halls without thinking of when I first met her. I didn't mean it bump into her, but I'm glad I did. She shot me a glare and continued walking. I smiled. She didn't smile back. I understand why. I really do. I still understood her. Even when I left.
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To Whoever Finds This || #Wattys2016
Short StoryTo whoever finds this: you're going to be okay.
