I'm reaching but I fall...

I'm trying. I really am. I texted you; I made the first move. The ball is your court now.


I don't know where this is going to go. I don't know what's going to happen.


All I know is I can't take the hate and pain and anger anymore. There just isn't enough room in my life for it anymore. I'm getting married this summer, I graduate from college in two years...I need to move on with my life. And I know you've moved on with yours. You're married now and with a baby on the way...



I'm not saying I'm okay with what happened. But I can't dwell on it anymore. I can't let it have the control it does over my life.


So here I go. I'm offering the olive branch, burying the hatchet, letting sleeping dogs lie. As Pumba says, I'm putting my behind in the past.


This isn't going to be easy. It's going to be awkward and painful. But it needs to be done. I want things to be fixed. Please? Can we at least give it a try?