Excerpts from a book I haven't written.

Is it too late?

i knew it was over when you said you didn't care right to my face without looking me in the eye. i didn't know what to do so i walked away so you didn't see me cry. what i didn't realize is for the rest of the day you were completely fine, enjoying yourself by laughing with your friends. is that how it always was though? did you never care? was i the one who ruined it or you? it didn't matter though. i was the one with tears in my eyes while you acted like nothing happened. and just like the song twin size mattress by the front bottoms goes "with tears in my eyes i begged you to stay, you said hey man, I love you, but no fucking way" you ignored the redness in my eyes. out of guilt? no. out of not caring. I'd love to hate you. but I can't. I'll always love you, I'm sorry.