Monday, November 19, 2012
Ramblings of heartbreak
Time has offered no reprieve from the lingering specter of regret. Disgust, really, at the thought that I'd misled us both for so long. For years I'd managed to believe my own lies, to convince her that what we felt was anything other than some petty jealousy demanded of us by what seemed to be the universe itself. Like marrionettes forced to go through the sad motions of a worldly tragedy. My current state has been largely induced by the knowledge that I was once capable of such an evil act. Knowing that I took a woman's heart for granted.