You said we needed to talk. And I spent the next 24 hours thinking what I did wrong or what conspired you to think that there was something too important for you to say that we need to open a discussion about it. And you know why I hated those words? Because there was no context behind it. There was nothing in those words for me to contemplate what and how I was supposed to explain my part. You said we needed to talk. But you didn’t tell me that my anxiety would be worse. I sat beside you and expected the worst when we met. But do you know the only thing I regret? We met. You apologized. I left. We didn't talk. You talked. And I wrote back five years too late.
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Miscellanea
PoetryThis is a collection of prose, poems, and quotes continuing Trinkets. If you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you!
