She was like a wave, she never stopped moving. I wanted to move the way she did. She was so perfect.
My life is full of apologies. “I’m sorry”. That is their first response. Next they beg for details. I always wonder why the hell they care. I know I sure wouldn’t. Meeting people is like a repetition of me saying the four words and them saying sorry. SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY. Well I am tired of sorry! I’m tired of hearing the useless response, seeing the frown on their concerned faces. I know I should lie to them, tell them my mom works here and my dad works there. I should tell them that we are a happy family who always gets along. Instead I settle for the four words. Words I know all too well “My parents are dead” Nothing they say makes it better, I don’t know why they even try. I’ve been alone since the age of eleven and I’ll be damned if anyone tries to be a part of my life.