Ignored and Forgotten
Happy are those memories we had (or my memories with her). Happy is the face she has right now.
I look at her. She’s with her friends. They are laughing. She is laughing. She still laughs like it’s her last.
Maybe… maybe she has forgotten what happened the other day. Or maybe, it’s just me who still bleed because of that day.
We were together in the library.
“I love you Nicole…” I said. I regret…