I thought that this time it oculd be different, that we had enough in common that we could still be friends, that we were both mature enough to handle it.
I was wrong. I fucked up.
I had deleted all her texts, all the voicemails, long long ago, but we could still talk, and we did, once every couple of weeks. But a bad day, as always, and I messed it up.
There's one text message I will keep from her as long as I can, to remind myself of my failure, a black mark like an unending unyielding unhealing knife wound deep into my heart.
Dont call me anymore
Sun, Apr 13 2:31 pm