We're standing there. The setting could be anything, I would memorize his face just the same. The intense positivity in his eyes that just shines back at you, and you know anything you have to say will be digested. He'll tell you exactly the right thing, and the honest thing. And I say "I am ashamed that sorry doesn't justify any of my mistakes" and his look will turn thoughtful. Really taking in my words. But then I'll start to cry because what I have to say next burns my soul on fire. "But if you ever decide you want me, truly want me again, I will spend the rest of my life.." I wipe my tears away, trying to smile. "...making it up to you"







