You want to take your words back, but you said them so long ago. You want to call out her name, but you're too afraid. You're afraid of the inevitable rejection that is sure to come. You can't erase what you've done, you can't go back no matter how much you want to. You can try to earn back their trust, but you know it's an uphill battle.

You see her walking up the steps into her small house, holding the little boy's hand and nodding attentively as he chatters on and on about his day. Oh how you've missed them. There hasn't been a day that's gone by where you haven't thought about all of the things in their life you're missing out on. She laughs at something the boy says, and disappears inside.

You slowly walk up to her door, gathering your courage and trying to keep a cool head. It's been five years, you reason with yourself, I know she won't have forgiven me, but she'll at least talk to me.

As you're about to knock, the fight that ended everything comes back to you. You were in a whirlwind of anger and fear, you had never known before. You screamed all kinds of profanities at her while she begged you to listen, please, it's not what you think. And it wasn't. It hadn't been what you had thought at all.

At the time, however, you were too angry to listen. Her pleading only made you more upset. You worked yourself into a fit. Your doubts and insecurities surrounded you, blinded you from your sense so you panicked and transformed them into senseless fury.

And suddenly, everything was quiet. She stopped and stared, a look of horror on her face. You tried to help her pick up the pieces of what you had broken, but she refused to let you touch her, or even come near her. You apologized in thousand ways that night. She ignored you. You were on your knees, splaying your soul. She didn't spare you a second glance, just kept packing her suitcase.

You shake your head, to rid yourself of that awful night. You use the last of your nerve to knock.

The first thing you notice about her when she opens the door are her striking green eyes. The second thing you notice is that her smile drops as soon as she sees you. She's already starting to shut the door, when you speak, "Wait." Your voice cracks on that one word and you curse yourself for it. "Please."