I envisioned you last night. You came back to me, begging for forgiveness. You finally wanted to genuinely apologize. You finally cared. We kissed. I touched you, you touched me. What relief, what joy. I wish it were that easy. I wanted to text you today, ask how you've been. But I'm still terrified of you, and how badly you affect me. There's so much we missed out on because of you. I was supposed to marry you, Izzy.