TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of  verbal/emotional abuse.

I got your answer... I had no idea.

I'm so sorry Chris was hurting you. You said it didn't matter because he wasn't getting physical. You're wrong. So, I told him I was leaving him. I wrote you the note telling you. I only remember the last sentence: "We're leaving tomorrow." I remember pushing the note halfway under the door, leaving the other half to know when you got it. I waited there for 5 minutes, then started to walk away, when I heard the paper move. I turned around, and it was gone. I stood there, waiting for a reaction. A minute later, I heard your door unlock.

You bolted out and tackled me to the ground, smiling from ear to ear. I started crying tears of joy when I saw how happy you were. When we stood up, we hugged for like 10 minutes. The next day, when we got into the car, with Wyatt on your lap, I heard something I'd been wanting to hear for 2 years. You singing. Beyonce was on, and you started singing.

I just stared at you, until you turned your head. You asked me why I was staring. I told you "I've been waiting to hear you're voice again for so long. I'm so happy that you don't have to go through that anymore." And you smiled. We got back to the apartment that we'd used about twice a year, and I immediately pulled you on top of me, us falling on the couch. Fast forward 6 months, you sing constantly. Pentatonix got back together, and we're working on a new album. But that's not my favorite part.

My favorite part is the ring that glints on your left hand.