/a short little drabble that came to my head/
Never Knew….
It was a late cold blistery night when I left his house that Friday night. He didn't even know I was there and I didn't want him to know.
Earlier that day my truck had broken down so now I was walking miles alone on the side of the road to the house that I could never call home,
while the snow was coming down faster than it had when I arrived. I tried the best that I could to keep warm with the only coat I had owned.
I had planned to tell him I loved him, I had planned to have at least gone back to the house that night again when he would be alone.
I had planned these things not knowing they would never happen, because that night when I was walking home I had never saw that car and it didn't see me.
I now regretted ever going to see him that night even if he was the last person I saw because now he never knew how much I loved him as he loved me.
You can like it or hate, it's just something I wanted to post and share with others.