I think my decision was wrong that night but even if today my perspective towards life has changed, it still hurts. Maybe then I became the stupid girl I am not, but I have decided to forget; remembering will not solve anything at all. I will not drink to forget; but I admit I have made a mistake and I do not need to blame the alcohol but you.
But I hope time helps me heal the deepness you left on my heart that night, but I have to say this has helped me to realize that if you get stuck in the past you miss the good things in life. Therefore I will focus on living the present and to enjoy life as I have never done it before. No matter how bad this was I will never lose the smile on my face. I may even need to say how thankful I feel for making me see life differently. I know it is late, but I am glad I realized you do not care about the way I feel. Am I wrong? Then prove it. Tell me you care about someone else besides you. Maybe this is wrong and you do not deserve this, but I did not deserve it either.
The prose seems addressed to him (the American) - is it a letter, or perhaps a diary post?
ReplyDeleteYou capture a possible way for the girl to think, act or feel - but alter her character a bit in the process. Good!