I saw her today. But this encounter was differing than the others. It was an unusual time, and an unusual venue. Sure I had seen her out before, laughing with all of her friends and having a good time, and we would just glance at each other from a distance. Today, today I touched her again. It felt so incredibly right to have my arms around her waist again. Although it was for a brief second, I would do anything to freeze that moment in time. She was kind, sweet, polite- she wasn’t broken anymore. I still hate myself for breaking her. And in that moment when she walked away, it all came back in flashes- everything. All of the memories we shared, and all of the feelings I once had for her came back in broken pieces. The day continued and I could not get that image of her out of my mind. My goodness, I almost forget how beautiful she was. I called her tonight and told her how happy I was to see her. She said the same. I hung up, but I wish I hadn’t. I let her go, and I am so dumb for doing so, but those days are long gone and there’s nothing I can do anymore. I can’t undo the damage I made and all the stress I brought upon her. I knew I would regret this. But maybe one day when the timing is right I would call her up and grab a coffee with her, but until then I’ll push all of these emotions to the side and pretend that everything is alright.
