• It was my fault. I killed the one person I truly loved but never told. Their blood is still on my hands and I’m already on the 3rd bloody wash!! I scrub and scrub but it just won’t come out! It’s under my finger nails and the white t-shirt I was wearing at the time is sitting in the bath tub with the tap on. Diluted blood runs down the drain and leaves a trial of my loves watered down blood into the drain. The warm sensation of tears running down your cheeks is a strange one. On the one hand I’m standing here like a broken faucet where the water just won’t stop because I’ve never felt pain like this before, but at the same time the feeling is actually pleasant. Maybe it’s because I didn’t cry much as a child. While I enjoy this new sensation my heart is slowly being pulled apart as I slowly come to realize what I’d done; as I go over what happened in my head. It happened so quickly and… it was my fault… you’ll never be able to read this message but writing it is the closest way for me to actually apologies to you. I loved you so much for all those wasted years and now all those dreams I’ve had of us growing old, the moments where I let my heart become vulnerable to imagine a life with you, they’re all gone, and my weak and vulnerable heart has been devastated by these events. You and that dream, there both dead, and as hard as it is to admit it, it’s all my fault…





    I'm so sorry...