Saturday, July 14, 2007
{ 5:23 AM }
I never imagined I would become someone I detested and despised for the longest time.
I could go on with a million "but's" but they'd all be excuses, flees from the truth.
I'm not one to admit when at fault, but this time I am.
And I know I have hurt you. I close my eyes and I imagine you, hopeless and lost. Your tears, your eyes, they sentenced my death.
There's nothing I can say to make you feel better. I know that. I wish I could say that I have so much to tell you, but I'm at a loss for words. The party at fault usually has no satisfactory defence.
Hopefully one day you'll forgive me for my awful sin.