"I really wish I could make you stay—entice you into going to the shooting range, or participating in a bike race. I don't know. I have nothing to hold you back."
"I don't even know myself. When I do, I will come back. I just need time... and a lot of space to understand where I am standing, if I can ever forgive you for what you did."
"But you said that you understand why I did what I did," he whined, not understanding what I meant.
"There is a fundamental difference between understanding the reason for something, accepting it, and forgiving someone for them. The difference is so huge that sometimes people can't cross over all of them." I explained, softly, hoping that he would understand... finally.
"What if you're one of those people, Mia," and there it was, all his fears.
"Then we never meet again, Anthony." He lifted his head from my lap and pulled himself up from the ground.
