I'm sorry.
I'm sorry that I couldn't be friends with you.
How could you be friends with someone that you once thought you loved?
I'm sorry that I couldn't do it.
But I'm trying now.
I'm trying to look at you and suppress the memories.
I'm trying to feel numb every time you smile.
I'm trying to stifle my laughter whenever you make a cheesy pun.
I'm trying not to mention that we had something-something beautiful but now is gone.
I'm trying to look into your eyes without getting lost in them.
I'm trying to be comfortable around you again.
I'm trying.
But trying doesn't mean I can actually do it.
YOU ARE READING
The First
Short Story"I am glad it cannot happen twice, the fever of first love. For it is a fever, and a burden, too, whatever the poets may say." ~Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca You were the first one. And no matter how hard I try, I can never forget.
