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God I wish I got a Scanner...
May. 16th, 2008 | 11:15 pm
He keeps telling... he keeps saying, that it will all be O.K. If he could just have the chance to show her, how much and how deeply he loved her and loves her still - and will continue to love her, then surely, maybe - they still had a chance...
But mistakes could not be unmade, despite how hard he tries, and yes, there are wounds and damages that are just... that- irrepairable.
...
After a while, it no longer seemed clear to him...
To whom had he been telling his promises?
To whom had he been whispering - those words of desperate hope?
To whom had he been pleading...all these time?
Life could be so cruel. So unfair.
...Sometimes the one who hurts the most - is the only one who could not shed a tear.
Because he was responsible.
And so it lingers... and so it slides.
He just wanted to love her...
...She just didn't want to be hurt anymore.
He wonders when she'll turn around...
...and she wonders when they'll break...
But mistakes could not be unmade, despite how hard he tries, and yes, there are wounds and damages that are just... that- irrepairable.
...
After a while, it no longer seemed clear to him...
To whom had he been telling his promises?
To whom had he been whispering - those words of desperate hope?
To whom had he been pleading...all these time?
Life could be so cruel. So unfair.
...Sometimes the one who hurts the most - is the only one who could not shed a tear.
Because he was responsible.
And so it lingers... and so it slides.
He just wanted to love her...
...She just didn't want to be hurt anymore.
He wonders when she'll turn around...
...and she wonders when they'll break...