God, I understand. I understand what you went through in that moment. You didn’t fight back. You could’ve, but you didn’t. Now you sit on that chair, the same one we shared our first kiss on, nursing that drink as if it were you only life line. I’m sorry. We could have been in a completely different place with me in you arms, but life doesn’t always take you where you want. For what it’s worth, I still love you.