I remember a time where I messed up pretty badly. Not on purpose, but merely in a blind attempt to get away from those nasty skeletons we all have in our closets we try to keep hidden. Until recently, I never thought I would get the chance to make up for what I had done. We all make stupid mistakes, but none of the rest amount to any significance compared to how monstrous this mistake was. Lucky for me I have a chance to fix what happened.
It's been four years since I dated this guy. He's probably the most wonderful guy I have ever met, to this day. But sadly, I had just gotten out of a really brutally abusive relationship. So my brain began to look for the bad in our relationship, and I ran for my life, doing anything possible to push him away from me. We didn't talk for probably 2 years, but senior year of highschool when I finally came to terms with everything that happened, I tried to reconcile and at least become friends, I was committed to a relationship at this time. Things with this didn't work out the way I wanted them to, but come December 2011, this would all change. We've been really close since then, and we've talked about what happened. I have been forgiven for my mistakes.
Yesterday, I was cleaning my room and I found a box full of my old memories that had packed away for myself. I took it out and went looking through it. I suddenly saw a European postmark on an evnelope addressed to me. I pulled it out and saw who it was from. Inside was a postcard from Ouronnaz, and seven pages from a notepad. On both of these were the sweetest words I have heard a man say to this day. I came to find that he reads the letters I wrote him around the same time, as often as I now read his, and he has been for years. I've stumbled upon the chance of a lifetime.
The chance to do things over...
