Hey.
I know it's been a long time, but I just wanted to write you. I know you probably don't even want to hear from me, but I need to tell you some things. So, please, I beg you, listen to me.

It's been a while, huh? Five years now. I know we left on bad terms, but ever since then I've wanted to apologize, to forgive you for the trivial matters that drove us apart. But, I hadn't the courage to reach out until now, and I know I'm a little late. Sorry about that.

Recently my horizons have been broadened, and I can now see why you did what you did. But, back then I couldn't understand, I didn't know what you were thinking at all. Back then I was so timid and shy, no courage to be found in me at all. And I felt that I was like a falling tree in a forest that no one can hear falling.

I was the type to step out of the sun if I was getting a little burned. I was the type to put people into these boxes. Boxes of who they are and what they're capable of. But, people are much more complicated than that, and they can't be put into those little boxes.

Sorry that I confined you to one.

Now I can look back and understand you better. I can understand everyone better.

I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.

I misunderstood you. I was listening to you, but I wasn't understanding.

I know it's taken a long time, but, please accept my apology. And know it's a sincere apology from the deepest part of my heart.

Recently I decided to right my wrongs and heal the scars of the past, and I've decided to start here, with you. So, will you allow me to heal this scar of ours? I know there'll always be a scar there—a faint reminder of what's happened—but at least we can heal the infection.

I can only do this with your help, because I want to be friends with you again, be close and be together.

Will you help me?

"Oh Alice..." She mumbles as she puts down the fancy stationary with the messily written letters scrawled upon it.

She opens a creaky drawer of her old oak desk and reaches to the bottom of the drawer. She pulls out a stack of old clipped together papers. "Don't you know I've thought the same way..."

Alice.
Will you hear me out?...