“I don’t know. Happiness, I guess? I was so happy when we were together. I want to make things right with him, but I also want to open that door and see if there’s another chance for us.” I rub my jaw with my palm. My skin is beginning to feel too tight for my body under her watchful eye. “I’d start small, like you taught me. Ask if he wants to get coffee, then next time, maybe I can take him for lunch. Baby steps. I know he’s wary of me, and I don’t blame him for being guarded because I threw our relationship into a dumpster fire without so much as a second thought because I was scared.” She
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