How can I make it up to her?
It was all my fault. It was never her fault we barely talked over the summer.
I was the one who loved her. I was the one who decided that it would be best to not even stay friends with her.
I wished, so dearly, that I could travel back in time and redo my mistakes.
What did she do to deserve my resent?
The answer was clear: nothing.
Wondering to myself wondering to myself how I stooped so low with her, I spent the day after our first real talk thinking about how I could've handled this whole thing differently.
Nonetheless, I was back in business.
As August blew by, I realized something more and more.
It really did happen again.
Whenever we talked, I was nervous and cautious about every word I put, careful about not revealing my feelings.
I only lasted a month and a half away from her, and considering everything, I'm surprised I even lasted that long.
It was a never ending cycle. I fall in love. I try to move on. I momentarily forget. I reconquer the lost territory.
I was back at where I started in January, my heart locked on to her.
You never forget friends, but you also never forget loved ones...
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RomanceIt was her. She did this to me, yet it wasn't her fault. She was being her, and I was being me. The grass was green. The sky was blue. Everything seemed normal. ~copyright @Writer_By_Life (all rights reserved)~ ~style intended~ (unedited and u...