I want to talk to you but I don’t even know how to begin my sentence. There’s so much that needs to be said, and I’ve thought out the whole conversation in my head countless times but I can’t do it. I can’t get myself to actually write you, call you. I don’t know what it is. Fear probably. I’m scared that you won’t want to talk to me, even when you have all of the reason not to. I’m scared that I’ll just make things worse, bc there’s already a long list of times where I’ve accomplished that. I just want to work things out honestly. I want the handful of good times we once had back.