18 September 2012
I took a photograph of her after she had cried for hours. To remind myself of what I had done to her. A daily reminder, physical evidence that I tore her to pieces. As if seeing her like that face to face wasn't enough.
After seeing her cry like that for the very first time, I swore to myself it'd be the last. I couldn't bare to let it happen again. I was breaking not only her heart, but mine as well.
That photo, it still haunts me.
Opuss № I