I’m crazy, aren’t I? I look through old pictures of Lo and me, how happy we used to be, how young. It’s interesting to see how much she’s changed in all those years, and at the same time hasn’t changed at all.
Sure, we all age, but she never used to have that dark look in her eyes, and I’m not sure if it’s ever going away again, if she’ll ever be okay enough for that haunted look to go away. But I guess that I’m the same—also not who I used to be and also not able to put behind me all the things we went through.
But looking at the photos now... it doesn’t hurt as much. Yes, we lost a lot of time together, but I think that we can now start again. I hope. If she can ever forgive me.
My phone buzzes and I pick up. “Yeah?”
“Hey, man.” Chris sounds way too excited for my exhausted brain.
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