Are you sorry about it?
– Ask me again tomorrow, ask me again in 100 years.
This is not a story of forgiveness (it needs to be written anyway for mortal vindication) so,
Write the damn story. One day, someone will read it and grow a garden from my aching- teach them to thrive on it – fresh water first. We create lives out of chaos and hope so please, excuse me for doing whatever I needed to, to survive and I thought that the past was in the past and I was feeling invincible and you were going to make the world a better place but I dont belong here, because this is not a story of forgiveness.