There we were at the breaking point, when you told me you could explain everything if I would just let you. But I didn't want to know and at that moment, I chose to pull the door between us, firmly shut.
Now I often wonder what you would have said if I had let you continue. Perhaps there was something in your explanation that would have allowed me to trust you again -- that would have made a perfect sense of it all. As unlikely as that scenario would have been, my mind remains firmly hinged on the possibility -- the key turn of a chance that maybe, I had it wrong all this time.
