Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Your flesh is radiant in the mid-afternoon sun. Your lips are so vibrant, they remind me of a sweet red pepper ripened to perfection. I miss having you here beside me. I know that I messed up. Things have become so odd between us these last few years and I strayed. I’m sorry that I put you through so much. It was selfish but I needed something more.
If only I had tried to be around a little. If only I had not been lead astray. If only she had not reminded me of what we once had. If only . . .
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