I woke up this morning wrapped up in such great sadness that for the first time in weeks, I broke down.

Yes, I thought of him. I do not miss him in the way an old lover would of another, but I miss him like a precious memory that I truly care about.

I am carrying a burden on my back, a very heavy one. A burden of knowing perpertually that I have hurt someone like him. Someone with a heart so genuinely beautiful, - a heart that I picture to be so punctured and bruised now, all because I follow my own heart.

At the end of everything, all I want is to be forgiven. And all I want is for him to laugh again, but this time without me.