Yesterday,
Can you forgive the cruelty of my kindness?
Each word I spoke was true to the heart, every word and action a truth in their own, just not as you envisioned. Never did I realise the other meanings to them would you seek, Yesterday, never thought of the pain they could cause.
Can you forgive my misinterpretations of your actions?
Coffee mornings, late night shopping and the odd theatre trip, not more than friendship did I ever see or think to see. I was aware of your personal tastes as I thought you were of mine, not for one moment did I stop to think of my own words so long ago.
"You fall in love with who someone is, not w