im sorry.
I'm sorry I wasn't the best friend that always there when you needed the most. that are spontanious and would jump on any chance to go on a mini trip at two am and laugh our asses off while listening to our favorite songs.
I'm sorry I wasn't the perfect lover that always took care of you and will do anything for you. that are always fun to hang out with even when we were doing nothing at all.
I'm sorry I wasn't the perfect daughter that can always understand the situation better and are close to cousins and others. the one that always be the center of attention, the one your aunts and grandma point while saying, "why can't you be more like her?"
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for all the worst fucked up things that I said and done.
I'm sorry for all the pain I put on people shoulder while I wasn't even suppose to do that.
and I'm sorry for all the hearts and trust I've broken so many times, I have no perfect reason or even the right to hurt you, and I'm sorry for that.
but one thing I'm not sorry is for being myself.
my imperfect impulsive self
cause my imperfect impulsive self loved you, once.
and I thank you, for teaching me a lesson in life and love. and for giving me something that you can't take back no matter how much you tried,
-your time.
YOU ARE READING
After The Sunset
Non-Fictionyou came in waves, but you never stayed. --- dedicated to you, the one who makes me realize that it doesn't take a bullet to kill someone. © Copyrights Reserved
