“But can’t we start over?” She asks, her eyes pleading with his. “We’ll laugh at the same jokes, rewatch the same movies, and we can relearn everything about eachother”
He paused before letting out a sigh. It’s not that he hadn’t thought about it; he thought about it all too much.
“I just can’t let this go. And I’m not sure if it’s because of the memories we shared, or if our story feels incomplete,” she continued, “but I’d like to think we hold the pen. I need to believe we can rewrite a new ending.”