I know this won't change anything but I'm still here. My arms are still open and you're still holding my heart. I still have yours, too. And I swear it's not too late to make things right. I swear I'm still craving to come home. That's the beautiful thing about love- forgiveness. Forgiveness for hurting one another, forgiveness for doing the wrong thing that was thought to be the right thing at the time. Love. And I love you. So very much. Can you feel my heart still beating? I know it comes in waves. It comes in the morning as a hurricane, but at night it comes as the waves trying to get further and further up the shore. Longingly. Slowly.