Sunday, February 11, 2007
I don't know...
I don’t know if you ever discovered that I had betrayed you. In any case, I am sorry. I was younger then, and I didn’t love myself enough to think that you or anyone else could love me. I was immature. I thought only of myself. Your picture hangs on my wall as a shrine to my love for you and as a reminder to never betray someone I love again.
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