Bound By The Oceans Love

"I'm sorry" the words roll off my tongue like an everyday ritual. I keep my eyes downcast I don't want to see the tears roll down her cheeks or her body quivering with heartbreak. I don't deserve to see her cry. She gave me one of most sacred thing a piece of her heart and I threw it away as if it held no meaning. Leaving the diner I wonder did she actually love me or who she thought I could be? It wasn't like I deserved her love, but I really wanted to feel it. Just small part of it. I wish I could touch her and feel the human contact I so desperately crave, but I wasn't worthy enough to experience such a love. I wish I could have held her hand for one last time.
The waves crash against the shore breaking my concentration on unpleasant memories of the past.