After all of these inebriated evenings that brought me right back to my what-ifs, I knew I'd be able to pull myself back in. What if we kept trying? What if both of us were fine? What if something had turned out otherwise?

I feel like knocking on doors due to the harsh alcohol taste and the weight on my heart.

I'm hoping that if you were ever ready again, you would still give it a shot with me, but I shouldn't be an idiot attempting to.

I need to find closure in saying goodbye before I can rewrite an ending that has already been set in stone.

that we would never return to what we had previously said hello to.