I’ll never get the past back. I’ll never right my wrongs or forget my mistakes, but I’ve spent ten years without him, always grasping for and never quite finding the life I was building with him. I spent ten years hung up on two months, convincing myself that the older I got, the less it would hurt, the more it would fade. That never happened, because when my brain fought tooth and nail to convince me otherwise, my heart and soul always knew. It was him. It’s always been him. Maybe I can’t take back the past, but I can fight like hell for our future.
