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Jun 2019
"What happened to stolen glances, shaky  hands, and nervous laughter?

    What the hell happened to interlocked fingers, fierce kisses, and carefree smiles?

    What in the world happened to Sunday strolls in the park, and whispers of sweet nothings on a rainy day?"

- "Exactly.  
   They were sweet nothings.
    No purpose, you  see.
   Those things may have meant the world to you, but they were but another task in the day for me. I’m sorry if that hurts you."

- "It does. But I can’t imagine you’re truly sorry."

- "You’re right. I’m not sorry for wanting you in my life.
    For being selfish and keeping you for myself. I’m sorry I wasn’t good for you, but you were the best **** thing I could ever have.
    You deserved better, and I deserved nothing.
     But I’m selfish, you see.
     I may not have deserved you, but I thought for just a moment, when we first met, that maybe I could make it work.
      I was wrong.
      Terribly wrong.
      And I’m sorry for that.
      But I will never be sorry for having wanted to love you and for you to love me."
Written by
Amarie  18/F/PA, United States
(18/F/PA, United States)   
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