Why is it so easy to hurt the ones we love the most? True I've felt grounded, controlled, or even limited to whatever we did but the times when we were together made everything else seem unimportant. I had the girl that was really one of a kind; a bookworm, a Star Wars fan, a listener, she ate only the spiciest curry and the most decorated ice creams; and I hurt her.
For What?
My petty complaints, my will bending to those around me; I always claimed to hold her above myself, and my hypocrasy in this case is almost laughable if it wasn't so pathetic. If I could take all this away I would, I would turn my back on the world. All for her.
The complications that seemed to hard for me to handle mean nothing now to me. The baggage that she carries weighs nothing now, and I would carry it all uphill both ways if she wanted me to. My ego means nothing now, it is less important to me than the dirt under my boots.
If only she can hear me now...I want to scream it from the rooftops...I LOVE YOU...I AM SORRY...
I have never felt so alone and so pathetic.
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