As the yr approaches, I reached out. I laid it all out. I begged, pleaded, and said I have forgiven him. And I wanted to continue, not restart but continue where we left off.
No restart, continuation from that night. Talk, fight, bare our souls. Pick up the pieces, and put the puzzles back together. This is my hope. I left my pride, and became shameless to give hope a chance.
How will he respond? he says nothing is impossibly, but there is no possibility at this moment. No, lets be straight forward. Lets leave no doubt, no chance of hope, no misunderstanding and assumptions.