I don’t think I’ll ever forgive myself for not holding you back that day, as you walked out my door. You were so pure, so beautiful, so perfect, and so sweet – even as your face was laced with tears and the obvious signs of a growing rupture in your delicate, beating heart. I was so tainted, so empty, so broken, so sure – that it was impossible for you to love somebody like me. Because to me , you were only a dream. Because to me, you were only an illusion. As if someone could accept me and all my imperfections – as if someone could actually make sense of the enigma that was hidden inside my own heart. I was so blinded by made up impossibilities and fabricated tragedies that I didn’t understand, that no matter how broken and scattered I was, you would still love me despite all my shambles and wreckages.
and now it is too late to regret.
Desi
(via nudevirgo)
