RICHARD

After I left that day, I couldn't sleep, couldn't focus on work. I couldn't really tell how I was feeling. Pissed? Pained? I couldn't tell. And then, as I was sorting through my complicated emotions, a small seed appeared in my head. Just a tiny one, and then it whispered to me, “Maybe there is space for you in there?”

I tried to shake it off, but it took root and grew and grew until I couldn't help myself. I thought to myself that I would go see her, fall on my knees, and beg. I told myself I would do anything to have her forgive me.

I needed...