Too Late for Regret, Liam

laptop, my

, poured a glass of wat

later, smelling faint

cument?" he asked

felt col

voice sounding dista

s for the weekend, and I nodded, smiled, a perfe

ory, every "I love you," every sh

, a few months back, I rememb

ant?" he' d asked

s relief was so huge, so obvio

worried about the timing,

being tied to me, truly tied,

he' d hover, ask if I was okay,

perfect boyfriend becaus

n the journal entries abou

oe mentioned she loves Italy. Booked that trip

tic week of my life, was it just

deep, physical

e me now, breathing

ing, the weight of his deception

I have bee

, while his heart chased a woman who probab

ust a reflection, a distorted ech