My friend told me not to do anything wrong. Not to do anything I would regret. Regret is a relative term, I thought. I made the biggest mistake of my life. I ignored him. I ripped my girl's heart out, tore it in two. This made me feel...better. Was it a good feeling? I could not tell.
Now I know. It was a terrible feeling. A feeling of emptiness. I found out my heart was not broken at all, for I felt a vast vacancy in my chest. I longed for her to come back. She wouldn't. I weeped for her. Weeped and weeped, I cried until I couldn't do so anymore. She was gone. And it was my fault. There was a tear in my world. Something nothing could be filled.
-G O L ii A T H
