I'm Jessica Kos.
The outline of your hand still remains on my hand.
This isn't the first time we've found each other.
This won't be the last time we find each other.
This isn't the first time I've held you.
This won't be the last time I hold you.
The envy has finally settled.
I can't stand to watch it now, staring at the ceiling.
Retracing our tracks and the path we never took.
No more talking about the things I did wrong.
Imagine all these things.
Will you trust me?
