“Do you even know what you’re apologizing for?” “Yes,” he sighed, taking hold of my hand. His touch pricked me like icicles. “I’m sorry that I wasn’t ready to love you, even though my heart wanted to.” I kissed his lips then, softly, to savour the taste of poison and empty promises. My final kiss that wasn’t intended to start a new – It was to conclude an old. My final goodbye. He knew it too.
