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We haven't spoken in a while. Really, truly, honestly talked. I apologize for this. I know I can't go back in time or make it disappear. I'm here today to try to at least partially make it right.
I lack the words to tell you that I have no idea how to proceed. I think I do, but I'm simply reluctant to admit it. I just want to get to know you better. I've been putting this off for a long time because I convinced myself that if I ignored you and focused on everything and everyone else, the problem would miraculously disappear. To be honest, I was being quite selfish and naïve by doing that. By doing this, I disregarded your problems, screams for assistance, requests for pardon, and—most importantly—your need for love.
I constantly advised others to improve themselves and pay attention to their needs, and I tried my best to assist them. So why didn't I place you at the top of that list? Perhaps I was reluctant to accept you for who you are. If that didn't work, I attempted to pretend that you didn't exist in the hopes that you would see how hard I worked to make everyone else feel included—even if you were never truly one of them.
But all that has done for me is hurt and disappoint me. And, like the prodigal son, I've returned home. In contrast to that tale, this house is full of dust, boarded-up windows, cracks and cobwebs. Now that I see all that has happened to you, I know it was all my fault. From the beginning to the end. I want to go to work and fix our home. In order for it to be what it is meant to be. I am aware that it is intended to be hospitable, and a safe space for those like me and you as well as those who require a place to unwind and be themselves. I'm confident there is space to spare in this home. How do I know this, you ask? It's because you told me, It's the plan we discussed numerous times, the one that had your eyes glittering and your mind racing with possibilities. You wanted it to stand out from the rest of the world. And I want to help you build it. But, before I say anything big or empty, please come sit with me.
Join me on the porch and we'll watch the sun go down together. Here we can lament the innocence we lost, the way we believed the world would be, and the way we thought we would be. Here, we can put an end to the previous chapter and begin over. I want to get to know you again, but this time for who you really are. I want to see the wounds you've hidden and the tears you've been holding back from everyone. I want to know what scares you, what pains you, and what hurts you. This time, I want to take your hand in mine as we confront whatever the world has in store for us.
I want you to stand by my side while we fight this battle. I want to be there for you every step of the way. And I'll catch you if you fall. I want to examine your scars and bandage your wounds. I want you to be aware of your strength.
And maybe after all of that, we'll be able to enter our house again. And make it the home it deserves to be.

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