Connor's words on a page; Free verse poetry.

Happy.

When I was 15, I fell in love.

I was young and stupid, but I knew it was true.

Whether she was dressed in her nicest clothes or casual houseware she was the most beautiful thing I could have ever imagined.

She still is.

I've only ever known true love once, and even after a decade of being apart I've not known it since.

I am human, and as humans do, I made mistakes.

Despite the immense feeling of love I felt for this person, I also hurt this person.

Maybe not physically, but emotionally.

In the depths of night when I'm alone and most vulnerable I think about this person and how I had wronged them.

I was young and feeling emotions I didn't think could be felt, I was someone who had never known love changed to suddenly feeling a searing, deep love that feels as if your heart will rip itself out of your chest.

I was also damaged, to an extent I truly wouldn't realise until years after we grew apart.

I'm a better man now, at least I like to think I am, but the man I was, the man that hurt her, still haunts me.

I can't go back and correct my mistakes, that's not how time works.

They say to hurt someone is the most natural thing a person can do, whether you intend to or not.

It can be accidental, on purpose, viciously or with the best intentions, but at some point or another you will hurt someone you love.

A good person will try their best to avoid this, a bad person will aim for it but in the end, it will happen.

I can never undo the hurt I did to this person, no matter how much I beat myself up thinking about it.

I just hope that, despite how I hurt her, she's happy.