Angelica

Well I went all in.

Threw my cards in his face.

Admitted it all.

Except that I still wanted him.

Loved him.

Breathed him.

But at least... at least maybe, it would help us heal, move past this part of us that we were both trying so desperately to cling to, I was done clinging to the damaged burned pieces when all I wanted were to build new ones.

"Gem?" I was getting my hair put in a ponytail rather than my usual baseball ...