She knows she made a mistake, she gets it. He is mad and upset with her. She is hurting just like him. But since she is the one who made the mistake it is set in her hands to fix it. But she doesn't know how to fix it when she herself is hurting and falling to pieces with every thought of that said mistake. She keeps on destroying the relationship, unsure about everything. She's unsure about herself. She's unsure how it will turn out. And maybe that's what she is so afraid of, the unknown. She doesn't know how anything will turn out, she only knows now. They say the what ifs can eat at your brain, but there wasn't a warning stating that it could be the death of someones soul. It was like love, both come without a warning label and both can destroy.
She overdosed on the what ifs and the pain of now. She didn't know how to fix it and she didn't know how to fix herself.
When anyone asked she couldn't explain, because how do you put those things in words?
But as she was writing this she already found out.
