she came last night, the knocks on the door were low but enough to break the silence in this space.
i stayed where i was.
i didn't want to open the door for her.
she left and i closed the door, i locked it.
"harry, please..."
what was stronger than love?
nothing.
i ended up opening the door again for her, she slipped in and into my arms just to break my heart again and left.
i was her favorite toy.
she came back when she was bored.
"i'm sorry." she whispered between her soft sobs, tears started soaking up my shirt. my arms went around her, chin resting on her head.
for years, i never felt bad hurting a girl but when it was angelita...
she could punch me in the face with my heart in her little grasp, i didn't even feel hurt at all.
it was all because of love, that i had no idea if she loved me back the way i did and always do.
