I guess I couldn't admit it to myself.
Until now.
I guess I couldn't admit that you weren't mine anymore.
That you wouldn't come back for a second chance.
That you would make up for everything you did.
That you hurt me.
I can admit it to myself now.
That we can't ever go back to the way we used to be.
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.
