It’s like screaming, but no one can hear. You almost feel ashamed that someone could be that important, that without them, you’d feel like nothing. No one will ever understand how much it hurts. You feel hopeless. Like nothing can save you. And when it’s over, and it’s gone, you almost wish that you could have all that bad stuff back, so that you could have the good.

Si aquel día pudiese hablar le diría que hoy no tengo necesidad de entregarle mi perdón.