Collection 1.7

“I didn’t mean for it turn out like this,” you say as your whiskey breath tickles my ear. I nod in agreement, because the tears are building up in my eyes and my silence is the dam holding them back. “Will you ever forgive me?” his bloodshot eyes searching me for acceptance. But does he not see how I’m hollow? Seeing his lips caressing another pair that didn’t happen to be mine had gutted out every feeling that has ever existed inside of me. “Will you ever love me the same?” each question he asked me I didn’t have an answer for. But nothing could ever be the same, because he stopped choosing me. The second his thoughts drifted away from me, I lost him. And I thought, “Shouldn’t I be asking you the same thing?”