I got the flower back today. The one you gave me and the one I forgot at my old place. I don’t know how I did it, but I forgot it, and when I realized it, it was really painful. It was out in the garden, so it was hard to notice, but still. It reminded me of what you said in our phone conversation: that I am so generous with my words (and maybe, consequently, less generous with my actions). Walking to get the flower was really hard. It reminded me of all the times I made a mistake with you, it brought back all those dark memories that now started haunting me again. I was so relieved to find her there, again, a bit battered, but not broken. I remember you saying that that flower was representative of our relationship and that I should have just left it in my old country. But I didn’t and I’m glad. If it is representative, then maybe we still have a chance. I have made mistakes, but they can be undone and we can make amends.