Confessions

DYLAN

There she was….

The love of my life.

She was dressed in a baggy shirt and sweats, her hair was up in a messy bun, and she looked like she had lost some weight, but she couldn't look any more beautiful if she tried. Perhaps, I was speaking like a love-struck fool, but even if Brielle were to be clad in the filthiest of rags, I was pretty sure she was still going to be as resplendent as a ravishing queen in my eyes. Only one feeling echoed in the depths of my heart in that moment;

Regret.

This was all because of me.

I had done this. I had torn us apart. I had failed to give her a second chance, to hear her out, and now… it was my turn to be the guilty party, because through it all… Brielle had emerged,

Blameless.

A lot of things were running through my mind as we both stood there, staring at each other.