RUEBEN
I see it all replay in my mind, almost like no time has passed and it almost feels like a bad dream.
Almost like it never happened, almost like I imagined the whole thing.
But I know I didn't . Ironically each peaceful morning makes sure I can never forget.
The pain in my chest and in my stomach get worse and worse each day and the guilt is eating me alive each waking moment as I pretend all is normal.
No one knows, no one could even guess.
At night, in the silence. I'm left alone with my thoughts, replaying each second of my lowest moment .
The worst day of my life. It doesn't really matter what they did in the past, they were a part of me, and I–
"Whatever, it's just the way the cookie crumbles."
A puff of smoke leaves my mouth, sometimes it's easier to forget.
Each waking day I strive to get better.
Do I regret it? Yes...No...Maybe?
