We Had Sex

We had sex.

We made love.

One time.

But I always prayed for another.

It was the most horbid thing I've done.

Its not. It's the greatest thing happened in my life.

I told her I hate it.

I lied.

And its not that important.

But I still remember every detail.

I had sex with other girls.

I just want to keep my title.

So I told her she's not special.

But actually she is. And it scares me.

She cried.

And I want to hug her, take back everything that i said and tell her I'm sorry.

She called me asshole.

I know I am.

And runaway.

I want to run after her.

Now, I wished I followed her. And comforted her. Told her I'm sorry and that I love her so much. She might forgive.
I miss her. I want her here with me.

Could YOU give her another chance to live?

Would she die if she didn't runaway at that time?