One day, I was reading a book and there was a scene where the guy broke up with the girl, saying that the moment she chose to jump off the bridge right in front of him, it was difficult for him to see her in pain yet there was nothing that he could do. That day, I dropped my book. I widened my eyes. My heart ached. And I cried.
My love- at that moment, that second, I remembered what you have said to me, "Do you know how hard it is for me to know that my girl is crying and I can't pull her into my arms?" That day, I got mad at you. We argued. My heart ached. And I cried.
I've missed you and I still do. I wished that I never got mad at you, I wished that we never did argue that day, I wished that I could turn back time.
I wished and wished, but why hadn't any of them come true?
