or when you strike luck this time.
later in the night, my phone explodes with apologies from her. sorry after sorry after i tell her that she doesn't have to forgive me, not after what i said to her after sorry.
she says we both messed up, though i feel like the only true offender.
seven times a day she now tells me "ily," but i don't deserve that. not after how badly i fucked up.
maybe she wants take two to be better this time, since take one was so shitty last year.
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Non-Fictionthoughts from the smart girl. //the journal of wren// //highest rank #2 in non fiction// //all names of real people interacted with here are altered from their original versions for privacy's sake//
