I'm sorry I couldn't love you better. I'm sorry I can only love from afar. I'm sorry for not being right and you not being enough. I'm sorry our feelings have changed. Mostly, though, I'm sorry that, even after a year and a half, there's a part of me that still longs for you so stubbornly, like a stain that won't wash away. Even after you've made it clear that I'm not welcome anymore.
I really thought it would be different.
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Pieces Of Me [an online journal of sorts]
Non-FictionA collection of rants, confessions, and relatively-short entries in which I explain why I'm a horrible human being.
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