Too Late for Regret, Liam
laptop, my
, poured a glass of wat
later, smelling faint
cument?" he asked
felt col
voice sounding dista
s for the weekend, and I nodded, smiled, a perfe
ory, every "I love you," every sh
, a few months back, I rememb
ant?" he' d asked
s relief was so huge, so obvio
worried about the timing,
being tied to me, truly tied,
he' d hover, ask if I was okay,
perfect boyfriend becaus
n the journal entries abou
oe mentioned she loves Italy. Booked that trip
tic week of my life, was it just
deep, physical
e me now, breathing
ing, the weight of his deception
I have bee
, while his heart chased a woman who probab
ust a reflection, a distorted ech
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