His name involuntarily passed through my lips, a soft breath that was remarkably close to a sob. Regret rose in my chest almost throttling me with its intensity. But more than the choking regret was the dull throb of sadness that pounced through my entire being at the look in his eyes.
The sadness that was always there, that never left me, returned with increased intensity, until I felt myself reaccustoming to the sad, melancholic, utterly miserable feeling that plagued me perpetually.
I swallowed hard as I realised how utterly selfish I was. Clenching and unclenching my fists, I bit down hard on my bottom lip.
Why was I such a terrible person? Why did it take a certain dark eyed, curly haired boy’s persistence to get me to open my eyes to reality.
A reality that shocked me to the core. I guess you can never get better insight…
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