Forgive Me, Pièrre | BxB
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  • Reads 53,174
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  • Parts 20
  • Time 4h 51m
Ongoing, First published Mar 17, 2018
Mature
All of those years I'd waited for you to be mine. I knew when we met that first time we'd be together. I didn't see your disability. I saw you as a person. The light that surrounded you often blinded me. I regretted mistreating you. My heart broke when you walked away from me that last time. I couldn't value you when I had you, and It took for you leaving me that I realized what a fool I'd been. I should've respected you more. 

     I should've held you tighter. I'll always miss the way you snorted after you laughed, The way you covered your smile shyly even though you'd known me for years. I'll never forgive myself for how I ignored your cries for help. You confided in me all that you were burdened with and I didn't lighten the load. I continuously placed others before you and I can no longer express to you with words how sorry I am. Wherever you end up I just ask the you find it in your heart to Forgive Me, Pièrre.
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