Resentment

Jeopardized the chance of being with you, with one action of mine. In the moment of weakness, in the moment of vulnerability, in a moment of sadness, I lost the idea of what was important and what was true. Going back to the day, to the exact moment, I think, ‘was it a mistake’?. And I answer without a second thought…no, it was not. It wasn’t a mistake. Yes, I am remorseful, I feel sorry for how I hurt. Resentment lies in your heart and speech which I can understand. But I constantly ask myself? Till when will this resentment last?