Your Story. My Story. Our Story.
Some doors stay open. Some hang ajar. Others? Slammed shut. But if you were given a second chance… would you take it? I haven’t written in a while. Honestly, I can’t even remember the last time I spoke to all of you. I’m sorry for the disappearing act—I just needed to get away for a bit. On my birthday, I received a message. I took it with a grain of salt and, once again, forgave the mishandling of that day. Deep down, I always knew it never meant much to them. And if I’m being real—neither did I. Still, a part of me always held on. Kept the door cracked, hoping one day… they’d walk through it. But that day—and that message—shifted something. There was weight in their words. Heaviness. Laced with pain. Grief. Maybe even regret. Though I wasn’t sure if I had anything to do with that regret—and for the first time, I didn’t wonder. I listened. And I did exactly what was asked of me. I gave space. I allowed time. Because we all know—that’s the only combinati...
