There were times I thought I’d never see her again, and that was when I decided if I ever got out of there alive, I wouldn’t stay away. Not anymore. I stayed away as long as I did because after knowing what it felt like to be inside of her, I couldn’t trust myself not to do it again. It’s going to be hell on my control, but I need her in my life. I’ve seen so much bad shit over the last few years; I need her to remind me of the good again.
