U N S A I T H

Don't you...?

After that. Was there a list of questions— or even just one question— that popped up inside your head which you think would make me regret what I did? No, there wasn't.

That was the answer you replied inside my head; but I'm still hoping that when the moment comes that I'd be asking you that question, "No" wouldn't be your answer.

I'm afraid that that dream of mine would be impossible for me to accomplish.

It's not pride. I'm afraid. I'm afraid that if that time comes, you would just say nothing and respond nothing— the most painful words that I could receive from someone to me.

You know, you didn't need to have neither a list of questions nor just one to make me regret what I did. I was selfish, I admitted it. I never considered your feelings before doing the things I did to you.

I'm not going to ask for your forgiveness if you're not yet ready to give it but I'm still going to continue saying that I was sorry. I'm not going to ask you to be my friend again if you're not yet ready to make happy conversations with me but would care for you, still, 'til the end. But there was one thing, although I didn't have the right to, I'm asking you— just this one, please— be happy.

~Savvy - _ -