With his knees bent, he pleaded for her forgiveness. "I'm sorry. Please . . . I love you," he said for the ninety-ninth time.
But like as always, she sighed. "Just like 'sorry,' when you say 'I love you' over and over, it loses its meaning."
"But I mean it!" he defended himself.
"No, you don't. You say sorry not because you were sorry you did me wrong but because you wanted to be forgiven. You say 'I love you' not because you really love me but because you wanted me back."
"Isn't that goal?"
And for the hundredth time, she sighed. "You're still as stubborn as ever."
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Tales of a GirlShort Story
At night, she pulls her blanket to herself, takes her pen, and remembers every bit of detail in her life. She had a lot to write about her regrets of the past, her doubts of the present, and her worries for her future. She did not want to think, but...