/lit/ - Literature

It's been about a year since I asked her out, and we're still going strong, not without our troubles. Yet this noon, the mere sight of my ex was enough to still make me think about throwing myself at her feet.
Not even simping, I'm the one who pushed her away. First love scars deep, and more so knowing I left her alone with her shitty mother and absent father, because I was too young to understand we had found love.
My life will forever be marked by that guilt, just as the moon will always cast shadows in nightime. Should you somehow read this, I still love you.