This is the story of how I made the biggest mistake of my life. It's hard to appreciate something until it's gone, and you can't appreciate it any longer. I guess I didn't realize how much I loved him before his death. Not once did I think that maybe it was time to at least tell somebody that I did. Maybe it could've been different. I almost wish we never met. If I confessed earlier who knows? Maybe he'd be alive right now. Maybe we'd even be dating. Going on ice cream dates and doing whatever tacky stuff couples do. I just wish it ended differently. I just wish I didn't have to kill him.
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Until It's Gone
RomanceYou never appreciate something until it's gone. Sorry if I take too long to update please understand that I am busy with school and many other things.
