I hope you don't blame yourself and I'll try to let go. However I promise to never forget you.
It was neither our fault; we just didn't understand ourselves and lost our chance. I thought I was the first to love you; but I loved you late.
I'm glad we approached, talked, shared moments and made memories. I'm glad I loved you and glad that we felt the same.
You weren't wrong. You were very courageous and I'm proud of you.
So here's the crossroad of our story; here's to our parting ways, goodbye.
yours,
selenophile.
Wiping my tears away, I closed my pen lid, slide the paper in between his graduation file and gently placed it in his locker.
YOU ARE READING
LOCKER NO. 64
Short Story"We messed up to understand ourselves and lost our chance."
