that of purity, maternity, and such
I suspect it's too late for anything to ever be enough. Do you know what's stuck with me the most? The smell. Your scent when we were close. The alcohol on my breath. The acrid stench of burning flesh. Nobody else alive remembers that day. Even June and Davepeta were elsewhere. I may never make up for it. I may never deserve forgiveness. But at least take solace in the fact that I suffer every day for what I allowed to happen.
trust me it's long since passed i hardly feel a thing anymore. i'm glad you still suffer because of it. you and i know better than all that you deserve it don't you?
I know. ... I love you.
i know you do and i hate that so adamantly
Stop being so perfect and maybe I'll feel differently, mrrow.
we haven't talked in ages it's childish for you to think i'm anywhere close to the same person
And I am? Look at me, K͠a̷̸̵̸͢ǹ̵̢̕͡a̸̕͢͢ỳ͠a̵̧̧͢͡. I'm a cat.And yet how I feel never changed. Isn't that odd?
try saying that again and i put you six feet under. call it whatever you like, we are not the same no matter how badly you want that back.
I know. I'm not trying to bring back what we had. As badly as I do want it. I promise I'll keep your name off my cleft kitty lips. ... I honestly don't know *what* I want from this conversation. Maybe it's self-flagellation. Maybe I want you to hurt me. Maybe I'd let you. Maybe I'd deserve it. Maybe I'm just happy to hear from you again. Who knows, mrrow.
let's see if you can actually keep that one. you always were the self destructive type and you probably want bits of each of those knowing you either way you have to live with that shitty way you left things nothing now fixes that or undoes the time i've spent the mark you've left scars me permanently