I have had one of those days that i just didn’t want to start, but had to. Didn’t want to work, but had to. Didn’t want to talk to anyone, but had to. Didn’t want to pick up the phone when she called….. but had to. 

I could bore you with the details of how we met, what she wore the first time we went out, the look on her face when she blurted out she loved me in the middle of our third date, how she left for a summer, and i cried, how she came back and i cheated, and the horrible thing we did to the proof of our love.

But none of that is important. What is important is i still love her, and i know now i always will. She sounds happy now, in the embrace of another man, being the mother she always wanted to be. 

So i am now left here full of regrets, failed in love, failed in life, broken and beaten by my own hand. Most would say, “I will never let this happen again” but these are words i can’t muster up because i know this simply just will not happen again.

sorry for this emo shit. I just needed to post this, and since none of you know me, and i’m sure it will just be lost in your que, i feel safe being who i am at this moment.