Thursday, November 11, 2010
Finally under the influence of a great deal of alcohol, we slept together.
I’m talking about 10 years before when I was an anxious teenager knowing nothing about love.
When I was not a prophet yet and didn’t know anything about guilt.
I’m sorry she is not alive anymore and I’m breathing without her. I’m sorry.
She died and I was the reason.
The guilt has been eating at me every day to the point that I cry over what I’ve done to her.
Forgive me God!