Embaressed

Today we remebered a bit, together. You said it isn't love when you cheat. And you're probably right. I know we won't, not this time. When we said it, we meant it. Would be such a shame loose what we've got. It sprang to my ming I tought about being with another people those days also, I shouldn't complain about you trying to understand what you've really felt about me. However, with you I feel satisfied. I got that there's no need to other people, just places, the places I want to know. Now I can laugh of all that happened, I forgave what hurt me and you should forgive yourself now. It's terrible when you waste your tears in sadness, guilt. I rather prefer seeing your cheeks turning red, and I saw it again. Delightful indeed. Your false strenght fades, and you show yourself so defenseless. It's sublime, your smile, marking the wrinkle by your tiny eyes. I love you.