Category : Diary/Journal

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Maybe, her not replying, is her answer.
I want to face it,
Truthfully admit to her that the letter 15 years ago was mine.
It's where it all started,
The downhill battle where I chose destroying myself instead of choosing to face how much I loved her.
We reconnected a few times since then, yet I couldn't seem to tell her still.
Regret, truly hurts, it eats at you, rips you apart, then sooner or later you end up making the same mistakes, give or take a few steps.
The morel here, don't run from your heart.