I remember her
gently falling asleep in her parents bed.
Just so she could be near me,
afraid of being without me.
I heard her softly breathing while I tried...
I tried to study the night through,
though failed miserably.
Her presence filled the room,
fills my thoughts all these years later.
I always pretended to live a life without regrets,
and yet I know it to be a blatant lie.
All the things I told myself to cope
with the consequences of my own choices.
How hard I tried to deceive myself,
it was never enough to diminish my feelings.
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