I’ve survived it before, the loss of Colson Hayes. Experienced that tingling feeling of hope off my fingertips, one that begged me to hold on for dear life, only for it to melt away. Some people get a second chance but it was the second slap to the face by a vengeful past that always seems to sweep in and destroys us. I can’t compete with this one. Nor can I fend off the loss that swallows me whole. He learns my truth, the very one that was supposed to set us free from the decade-old angst we had for each other. But then I learned his. And with that new little piece of reality, karma dealt us a hand that once again triggered the act of our demise. One I wasn't ready to play.