I wiped the tears off my face and grabbed my cellphone. After a few sips of my coffee, I unlocked my phone and sent Achim a text message. He had always been so good at listening to me, yet because of my poor decisions he would not listen to me now. Then the realization that he may never come around to listening to me again struck me. As my tears began to flow, I typed out a text to Achim. I could not control what he felt or what I had done in the past. All I had left to control was my present and future decisions. I began to let my honest feelings out in typed words. Rereading them to ensure I got it right. Then, I pressed down on the send button and hoped for the best.
After sending Achim the text, I sat on the couch for several minutes, hoping that he would respond; hoping that my phone
