Thoughts 007

I owe you words that carry more weight than I can speak, an apology wrapped in the quiet ache of restraint.
I never meant to let my feelings run so wild, nor to let them pull you into the storm they stirred.
What began as something soft, simple, has burned too bright, and now, we both stand in the heat of a fire we didn’t plan.
I’m sorry for letting my heart spill over, for creating a space where lust grew too strong, leaving us tangled in threads we’re both trying to undo.
But since I can’t turn back the hands of time, I can only do this in hopes that we can get off this high, and return to something soft and simple.
Where the joy is light and the connection still pure, a place we can both rest in without the weight of desire pulling us under.