If I had let her stay, none of this would have ever happened. If had let her stay, I wouldn't be feeling the pain of sorrow and guilt grasping around my heart. If I had let her stay, she would have been living a life of misery and drudgery.
My love for her was too strong to watch her living an unbearable life. My love for her came over me like a storm at sea would have crashed on the shore. My love for her grew and grew like a red rose blossoms in the summer air, until it was unbearable for me.
She had to go. She deserved to be living the high life, a world where there is no hatred, a world as magnificent as heaven. Instead she was stuck here, in the exact opposite of worlds.
She had to go. A girl as perfect as she was had to go.
Someone had to do it. That someone was me.
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