In the end....everything matters.

Because I've heard so many stories that I don't know which one is the most popular. But I do know which is the least popular. The truth.

Maybe it didn’t seem like a big deal to you Zach. But now, I hope you understand. My world was collapsing. I needed those notes. I needed any hope those notes might have offered. And you? You took that hope away. You decided I didn’t deserve to have it.

I can't. You can't rewrite the past.

After all, how often do we get a second chance?

I sat. And I thought. And the more I thought, connecting the events in my life, the more my heart collapsed.

I left. When I should have stayed.