Is it possible to make up for the way we have hurt others? 
I wonder if it truly is. 

Can we undo what has already been done?
No. We can't. 

I know for a fact, we cannot un-say words that have been bitterly spoken by a deliberate slip of a tongue.
Words hurt.
They sting. 
They burn. 

The truth is, I didn't want to hurt Ellie Wynn, but I knew I would. 

She was a temptation I couldn't resist. An addiction that lived in my blood, and I wasn't about to go in search of a cure. 

Not when I needed her. 
Wanted her.
Craved her.

There are no quick fixes to what I've done.
No pill to take away her pain.

All I have is the cold truth. 

It's brittle.
It's brutal.
I'll be damned if because of it, I let her slip away.