I was too weak to walk. At least, I thought I was too weak. But in truth, I was too weak to try.

I wanted to tell you everything. And that hurt because some things were too scary. Some things even I didn’t understand. How could I tell someone—someone I was really talking to for the first time—everything I was thinking? I couldn’t. It was too soon.

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

I waited a second. Should I? No... but I will.

When the right moment appears, the key is to not let it pass.

I’m sorry.” Once again, those were the words. And now, anytime someone says I’m sorry, I’m going to think of her.

A flood of emotions rushes into me. Pain and anger. Sadness and pity. But most surprising of all, hope.