Let's start over,
Yome.

Not undo everything, not pretend the last while didn't happen. Just draw a line, turn the page, and see who we are from here.

Everything good we had is still ours to keep.

The jokes, the easy quiet, the way an ordinary evening got better when you were in it. None of that expired. It's waiting exactly where we left it.

I don't want the old version back, with the same snags built in. I want a fresh start with the good parts carried forward and the rest left behind.

I'm not asking you to forget anything or forgive on a schedule. I'm just asking for a beginning.

A first page with nothing written on it yet, and the two of us deciding what goes there next, together, honestly, better this time.

Whenever you're ready.

So, shall we begin?

Then here it is. Page one.

Blank, bright, and ours to fill. I'll bring the coffee. You bring you.