I’m not sure what she expects from me after this declaration. I can’t tell her it’s okay because it’s not. I can’t tell her I forgive her because I don’t, at least not yet. All of this animosity could’ve been avoided if she had just talked to me. Sitting here looking at this woman who I love with my whole heart, I see a glimpse of the girl I used to call my best friend. I hope she finds her way back to that girl one day, but I can’t be present while she searches for her. “Goodbye, Ri.”
GOOD
