As a writer, my only responsibility is to tell a compelling story.
My heart and my trust were in the process of collapsing. And that collapse created a vacuum in my chest.
All you really have... is now.
You don't know what goes on in anyone's life but your own.
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’m sorry.” Once again, those were the words. And now, anytime someone says I’m sorry, I’m going to think of her.