Every bone in my body shakes in shock of the deed I just did.
My heart leapt onto my tongue what seems like hours ago.
I can’t speak.
I can barely move but for shaking like a cat come in from the winter rains.
My mind can’t communicate feeling. It draws blank. But I can feel it and somehow the words spilled out and hurt him.
All I can do is repeat myself over and over:

Sorry. I’m so sorry. Sorry.

And truth be told, I’m feeling sorry for myself.
But more than that, I’m sorry for what I’ve done.
Sorry that everything ends this way.
Three months of love turn to dust.
But a friend once said that if it turns to dust, was it ever love?
I hope so.
My lips part in a shivered sigh:

Sorry. I’m so sorry. Sorry.

I guess this is the end.
And it’s my fault.
Again.
The words.
They struggle on.
They hurt.
My heart.
His heart.
Please.
Just know that:

Sorry. I’m so sorry…