To whom it may concern:
I need to see your face again. Just one more time, I don't know why. Is it self-satisfaction? Is it greed? Is it fear? Is it overcoming? I don't know. I feel like I am slowly going insane. I'm losing my mind. Flashbacks. More Flashbacks. Within all those bad memories and terrible times, there were good memories. And those are the worse. Those memories are the ones that make me think I deserved it, that I would go back through every painful day, just to have that one happy day again. I sit and just wonder, "what would I do if I saw you again?" Would I cry, or hide, or run at you with a knife? No, I would do the unpredictable. I would walk up to you, apologizing, and begging for you to take me back. And I am so scared of that. I have no strength!
