I have a habit of having a conversation with someone but also trying to delve into their mind, see what they are really feeling. People rarely show their true emotion.
A heart to heart of sorts was held and a lot of negatives were pointed toward me. Not aggressively nor sorrowfully, but I sensed a hint of anger. Within each pause between her sentences, a faint red tint filled the air.
I deserved all the comments, I regret them all and have tried to better myself over the last six months. The lasting damage from my previous actions is unclear at this time. Perhaps, as my first sentence suggests, I am looking too into this.
Perhaps not far enough.
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