The Hancock Effect

I often wonder if you'll ever forgive me. And I say that because it is very clear that you'll never forget. It seems as if you'll never let go of the wrongs I've desperately tried to make right. As if my efforts to rewrite our story was some how written in invisible ink. Ink that requires a black light in order to appear upon your diary. Now, the difference between your diary and mine is that this one here is public. I can never take back what I've said and similarly to you, they'll never forget. They'll never see you the same and quite frankly that applies to our view of us too. It's hard to believe that the innocence we once saw in each other will ever be replaced. The thought of us ever going back to the way we were seems unimaginable. While in the moment we are somewhat in a good place, I can't say that I don't miss where we were before all of this even happened. Before Spring turned into Summer and before September caused a great fall.

For now I can only hope that making you the Hancock of it all will one day make up for how you felt in the beginning. Rough around the edges yet one who means well. An aggressor. Quick to react without considering the consequences. In hopes of saving one thing, causing collateral damage to another. First he's sour, then he's sweet. I just hope you'll remember that despite these flaws, He's still Will. Admired by many, loved by all. I hope that you'll remember that in the end you might still turn out to be our hero.

Apologetically,

Daph, but in this case, Mary Embrey