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Post by teo on May 31, 2009 16:26:19 GMT -5
It took a couple hours but eventually I made it home. I stumbled inside but couldn’t make it past the first step on the staircase. Sitting on the stairs, I leaned my head against the wall and tried to remember exactly what had happened so I’d know exactly where I’d lost her.
I should never have told her how I felt, that much was obvious. Had I truly expected her to want anything more with me than an occasional trip to the theater? Now that it was all gone, I knew that I had more than just liked her, I had loved her. How could I not? How could everyone that met her not fall immediately in love with her? My sister would say I should just remember the good times and be grateful, but it still hurt too much. I wished I could just leave the City and go back to the estate. That thought made me sob anew. I’d been hoping the show Mercedes my home the next time I went. Now even thoughts of home made me ache for her.
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