It was a question I had worn on my lips for days - like a loose thread on my favorite sweater I couldn't resist pulling - despite knowing it could all unravel around me. "Do you love me?" I asked. In your hesitation, I found my answer.
A Betrayal - I cannot undo what I have done; I can't un-sing a song that's sung. And the saddest thing about my regret – I can't forgive me and you can't forget.” To Sheila, may she forgive me for what I have done.