Excerpts From The Book I'll Never Write

#87

I do not want you to say that you're sorry, I want you to feel it. I want you to feel it like a collapsed lung, suffocate on the idea that this is your fault, that I feel this way because of you. And I hope, that when you can breathe again, your remember how it felt to choke on a pain that wasn't caused by you. I want you to feel it and I want you to hold onto it, say it's name, make it real. And remember how it felt to gasp for air, remember how it felt to feel sorry.