Three years apart, a family tragedy, and the chance to repair the damages that I've done.
Three years ago, I let the love of my life walk away while she was pregnant with our child.
I made her promises that I thought I could keep. I thought our distance would only be for a few months, until the family ties that kept us apart broke.
I ended up breaking all of those promises and left her to raise our daughter by herself.
I've lost sleep over it these past three years, knowing that I desperately need them both in my life. I don't know how to fix it. I don't know what words can erase the damages I've done.
Then family tragedy strikes, and I'm left trying to piece things back together. I realize that now's the time, I have to try to mend the things that I have broken.
Without warning, I show up on her doorstep, trying to right the wrongs.
All it boils down to is whether or not she's willing to give me another chance.