It's almost rocket science hard to figure out how do you make amends over the wrong things you had done. When saying sorry is never enough, when a sincere apology is treated with nothing more than a cold shoulder.
To say that I'm disturbed over this feeling is an understatement because it affects me in every single ways possible. Will him be okay? Will I be okay?
I hope we will.
When I was young, I couldn't wait to grow up. But when finally I'm all grown up, I couldn't help but feel that broken hearts are harder to heal than wounded knees.
ps- i'm so very sorry for what i said, hotbod. Here's a white flag