He goes down upon one knee, holding my hand in his and my heart leaps up into my throat. How I have missed him.
How I still miss him. Even taking him back, things are not as they were. He has moved on and lives now with that skila who condemns me with every breath.
I squeeze his hand slightly, a small sign of my forgiveness. My forgiveness itself is grand, but so rarely given. I nod slightly, reaffirming the action. Again he is mine, when so little any more belongs to me.
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Date: 2009-06-16 03:52 am (UTC)How I still miss him. Even taking him back, things are not as they were. He has moved on and lives now with that skila who condemns me with every breath.
I squeeze his hand slightly, a small sign of my forgiveness. My forgiveness itself is grand, but so rarely given. I nod slightly, reaffirming the action. Again he is mine, when so little any more belongs to me.