25. Windows.

I want to go to his house and break all his windows. I want to take everything that means anything to him, and stomp it into the ground. I want to punch him in the stomach a thousand times, until he finally hurts as much as I do, and when he does, he will cry out and say “little bee, I had no idea, I’m so, so sorry” and he will remember he loves me. And he will wrap his arms around me. We will cry together and things will be the same again.

But they won’t.

And they never, ever will.