LUIS
You're only going to do her more harm than good.
You're only going to do her more harm . . . than good.
The words kept replaying inside my head since the day they were said.
I could drown the sorrow into a glass and the burn of the liquor down my throat would be no match for the ache in my chest. She looked at me, eyes moved over with no other emotion but regret over how far we came. And I curse each day I live with the guilt of knowing her aim to repudiate me was only a reaction to the past.
So here I sat once again for the third night in a row on the couch- in the dark. Powerless and unsure of what to do. There was no point it seemed to keep pushing and she was right, I had lodged myself into her life without her permission.
Why couldn't we have met in a different place and time or be in a world that was color-blind,
