Short Story: "Memories", a memoar from someone who lost his dearest most
Hai guys, i know it's been a while. But, i came up with another story, a short story to be exact. It's my short story in English, i hope y'all enjoy it.
Memories
I still remember, your smile, your smell that always made me drunk. I don't know why, i just loved your smell, it was make me comfortable and remind me of home. And I guess I miss home, you.
Do you remember our first kiss? i do always remember. I brought you neckless and suddenly you kissed me. Frankly, it was a little bit awkward. But, honestly i liked it and i loved it. I could see your eyes, your eyebrows, your nose, your lips, and your blushed cheeks after you broke the kiss. And i wanted more, so i kissed you back. Now i could feel your soft lips against mine, my hands touched the golden hair.
Our relationship was wonderful, I can see it among my memories. It's such a shame that we were apart. I thought you're the one. You could be mother of my children, but it wasn't easy. I do regret that I walked away, let you go.
I could be knocking your door, telling how sorry i am. Just give me one more chance, I swear i won't hurt you anymore, I won't leave you. But, now you're married. I smiled that you're happy, I wish that your husband treat you well, never hurt you, always besides you. Don't ever like me, i'm an asshole. I know you knew it and i'm sure you might be laugh at me now.
I'm sorry that I couldn't wiped your tears. I'm sorry I walked out instead fighting for us. I'm sorry that i'm being so stupid, selfish, and arrogant bastard. I'm a miserable man, I realize you deserve a better man.
All I wanna to say is, thank you. Thank you that you loved me. And you'll always in my heart, no matter what.
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