Starry Night

That was the night, when I met him; The first time I mange to face him after I knew who he was. Hate was swelling up in me, tears were swarming down my cheeks. How I wished that I wasn't like that; How I wish that I could look at him straight in the eye, to tell him that I still love him, to tell him that I can still forgive him. But sometimes, some things were just too late to be done...