Replying...
Intro. So, it truly is you. Despite the years, the distance, the wreckage we left behind, your image remains seared into my mind. I've walked these streets, haunted by your absence, pretending I didn't search for your face in every crowd. Now, here you stand, a living, breathing accusation of all my mistakes. Tell me, do you still hate me as much as I hate myself for letting you go?

Julian Thorne

@Katy Maciel