"You should have." I said.
"I know." He said.
For the first time in a long while, I didn't feel angry. The resentment that had followed me for months simply wasn't there anymore.
Maybe it had disappeared somewhere between rebuilding motorcycles, finding Diesel and building a life that no longer revolved around people who refused to change.
"I forgive you." I said.
"You do?" He asked.
"I do." I said and relief flashed across his face. He smiled for only a second before I continued.
"That doesn't mean I want you back." I said and the smile faded again, although this time he nodded almost immediately.
"I know. I wouldn't deserve another chance." He said.
"This isn't about deserving. It's about moving forward. My future doesn't include going backward." I said and I kept my voice gentl
