We say we’re over the ones who hurt us but we keep going back. No, we aren’t weak. It’s just too hard to let go. It’s different. We talked then stopped. Now we’re talking again and I never noticed how much the old emotions would rise up and drown me in confusion and uncertainty. We can try but…*looks off into the distance* only time will tell I suppose. Thank you for everything really. I only wish this was easier. It feels like I’m walking on glass. Like I tried to cross a river and I can’t because the water is too cold and too deep. If I went under, would you save me?