Chapter Eight

You were the most beautfiul thing I'd ever felt. And I was convinced you'd remain the most beautiful thing I'd ever feel. Do you know how limiting that is, to think at such a ripe young age, I'd experienced the most exhilarating person I'd ever meet. And I'd spend the rest of my life just settling to think I'd tasted the most natural rawest form of sugar and everything else would be refined and synthetic. That nothing beyond this moment would add up. That all the years beyond me could not combine themselves to be sweeter than you.

I kept waiting for you to call me. In this middle of the night, crying, to tell me you're sorry. To tell that you made the greatest mistake of your life. I kept telling myself that one day you'll come back, that you'll give me a reason to trust you again. That one day, you'll come back and make me fall in love all over again. I admit, I know it's stupid, and I know that I'm an idiot for  believing that things likfe that happen out