Sunday, August 1, 2010

The Regret

On the last day, you told me, "I love you".
I didn't take you seriously, I never did. And now, I miss you. I miss you more than anything. I wish you were here, beside me. I wish I said I love you back. I wished I said something, anything. 



But now, it's too late. 

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