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I wish you’d tell me that you’re sorry. That you didn’t mean the words you said without thinking, that you’d take them back if you could. That all the pain you’ve caused will heal because you never wanted it to be this way, and that you’re longing for my forgiveness. But I know you won’t.

“

You look around and you remember, how in that one corner of your parents’ room, you found your mother cried at least once or twice. You remember how you ran to her and comforted her, hoping that your every touch and every ‘I love you’ would fix it for her.