he would have been perfect. a part of me really does believe that.
what in the world convinced me that destroying his trust would have ever made my life easier? spite drove me to wreck what we had, a classic case of cutting off my nose to spite my face.
these salvaged pieces are a sad reminder now. its always disheartening to have a relationship reduced to the skeletal remains of what it once was.
Posted by kmalbro on 2008-03-13 12:51:02 | Rating: | Views: 44