Feeling rather worthless, I pull myself out of bed. I may as well write my own story.
I bit my lips and open my eyes to face the truth. Holding my breath and clearing my head, putting away self point of view, I reason myself once again that it is for the best. As much love there may be, that's no reason for him to bear my unbearable attitude with no remarkable return.
We had history. Let it be forgotten for there is no great one to be reminded of.
He said I am making a huge mistake and I will regret.
Haven't I done a greater mistake? Haven't I already regretted? I've lived through it and I've seen enough that "forgive" is not given through word.
Ten months that I have lived to temp myself to never stray from the paved path. I personally did it with sincerity. But I can't earn back anything. What's lost is lost.