GIANNA
Sometimes I’m afraid to be as happy as I am. I think it’s a fluke, an anomaly, and that someday something’s going to go wrong, and it’ll all be snatched away from me again. I find myself lying still in bed some mornings, waiting for the fog to clear, so I’m sure it’s not a lingering dream but reality and then somedays like a child, I wanna pinch myself because my life has become too good to be true.
I guess there was never any doubt that I’d forgive Gabriel; how could I not, once I heard his story? And even though I tried to hold onto that anger in the face of that because I thought it was justified, there was some innate part of me that knew it would’ve been wrong.
Wrong to punish him further, to make him suffer even more than he already has. But now I see clearly that my for
