
hudaa Ismail
nineTeen
pretty much an avid observer who is eccentric in nature as well as one who does things entirely based on her mood.
title: Words indeliberately uttered, without any distinct objective, not aiming at any single hint accidentally touched a raw vein. How was i to know of a wounded past with bruises cleverly concealed under delicate skin that which appears so rosy is yet by default wintry, can easily grief so suddenly. Perhaps i was too oblivious, ignorant or unmindful. Maybe i am uncaring,apathetic and callous towards your sore bygones. The hurt that i'hv accidentally instilled must be torture to bare however hard i do not know. Accept my sincere apologies, don't pretend it's okay. Punish me if you must with all remorse i will take. Now that i'm aware; that you haven't move on completely, and that your wounds are still noticeable, i'll take great consideration of what i say. But as for now, i'm truly apologetic and that's all that i can say. How i wish i could turn back time, to take back all that i'hv said. Love, vinTage dreams |
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