ThisMistakeIsPerfect

The Promise of Forever: Forgetting is impossible Sunday November 5th, 2009 Four years ago, the person I once was stood here. Stood here and waited for the boy whose heart she had broken. I close my eyes trying to push the thoughts of him away. A tear finally fell onto the cracked sidewalk, a tear that fell three years too late. Remembering our final moments together makes me shiver, because I know that they will be imprinted in my mind, forever.   Walking during the early, Sunday morning on Clay Street should feel like any other Sunday morning, but the truth is, it doesn't. Someone tugging on my jeans brought my attention back to realit