I once loved someone. I once looked into someone's eyes and was overwhelmed with that feeling no one can exactly explain. Fear, pain, hurt, happiness, comfort, all valid, yet different.
I remember she loved my arms, said they were soft. She was soft, good, kind. I remember she was so sweet and innocent on the outside, but the midnight makeouts proved wrong. I remember the first picture she ever drew me was in the fifth grade, a picture from over the garden wall.
I remember she loved Hamilton and would sing to me, sounded so beautiful. I remember she played the flute.
Her name is peaches and cream, peaches for short. I loved kissing her chapped but soft lips, I loved being rapped up in her arms, I loved holding her hand in the mall, scared people would say something due to the equality pin she wore on her shirt.
All the tears I cried, am crying as I write, don't matter. I hurt this sweet peach. This beautiful girl. I should never be forgiven. Peaches is the most perfect person I've ever met, and didn't deserve to have her heart broken. I wish she knew I take it back. I take it all back.
I wish I had never even broken up with her, I wish I knew how to cope and didn't start dating random people just because I couldn't handle losing her. I regret all the pain I caused. I would do anything just to talk to her. Just to see her.
I remember when she got her glasses, she looked amazingly adorable, and still beautiful. I remember all the pain I felt after loosing her. All the pain I still feel. I bet she feels more pain and for that I'm forever regretful and sorry.
I love you peaches
