The saddest day in my life is when I couldn't even salvage the remnants of our friendship. The dying embers - crackling in the aftermath of my self-inflicted act of arson - they are an indictment of the foolishness and flightiness of one's mind.
You are giving me the cold shoulder. Even though I've apologised. Is our friendship irretrievable? Have I taken the road of no return with my flagrant actions/behaviour?
Tell me, T.
Spare me the cold shoulder, for I hope to be friends with you still.
No comments:
Post a Comment