Today was that day.
We haven’t communicated in months. Months.
And today was the day we talked again.
I just, don’t know.
I love you. I do. With all of my heart. I always have, and I always will.
I wish you would’ve stayed, and known that I was going to do everything I can in my life to make you happy and fix you.
You’re not broken. You’re cracked. Nothing more, nothing less.
Would I be willing to do this again?