#122961 added September 4, 2001 at 9:43pm Restrictions: None
As I read....
"Her promises that I was her only love, empty words."
- From the Portfolio of Elyaswolflord
As I read what he wrote, tears streaming down my face, I think to myself, "Is this really what he thinks of me?". The ache in my heart suddenly turning to stabbing pain, my eyes unable to believe the beauty of what he's written, and the pain of it. This is what I did to him. The pain I caused him, I caused myself, but that was neccessary. "Goddess, he must hate me!" I am unsure what to write. He told me he wanted a review, so I chose the poem I hadn't read yet. And this pain washes over me, a flood, like the ocean tide gliding over the sand. "I did this to him.... How could I have done this to him?" And like so often before, I can't breath. But this time it's because of the pain. "Goddess, am I that horrible?"
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