For the last several months I've written about my anger, my frustration, my sadness, my regret. But the one thing I haven't written about my was my reconciliation. That moment if you did ever come back.  Our Cory and Topanga moment, that moment that you finally chose US. I still hold out the tiniest chance of hope for this. But if it does, there is no more half measures. We either go all-in and we do this or it's completely over. We have played games for 13 years. You either be my wife, or be just my son's mother. Because to have the one thing I've wanted more than anything else is that. My person that chooses me over anyone else and I her. I fear this is not where your heart will be, if you do come back. And if this is not the case, then I can be on my way to figuring it out and finding HER. But I thought she was you.  Because I will never be able to look at another woman that same way again. Not after being unable to lay eyes on you for two months. the love for you that I've felt in my heart and soul even at my most down, is something I have felt. I haven't stopped loving you. I never quit holding just that tiny sliver of hope. But I will have to know, if this does come to fruition, are you willing to stand beside me, like I am you? Are you going to give yourself to me, in exchange for mine? I promise to never cage you. Just let me fly with you. Take me on your journey. Don't lock me out.  I will love you forever if we can walk together. Pinky promise.