No, no, no.
I don't remember exactly what I said.
I don't remember exactly what had happened.
I do not remember exactly what I was planning to do after that.
All I remember was the moment that a trust we'd spent decades building was shattered.
I can still hear it, hollow and brazen.
I can still feel it, emotional and desperate.
I've spent months trying to move past it, as you told me I should.
I was just being hysterical, there was no other way to calm me down.
Our broken glass love is held at my throat every time I try to talk to you.
I'm not asking for the relationship we once had, I'm not even asking for a new one.
All I want is for you to know that I'm still bleeding, and you're the only person with bandages.