Ally Dawson. One of the most amazing people I've ever met. She's kind, strong, smart, beautiful, and crazy talented. I just wish I had to guts to keep her before I left. I hurt her. I hurt her in ways I never imagined a person could hurt someone. Not just mentally or emotionally, but physically too. Though I never laid a hand on her, Ally was bullied. She'd never ask for help, she's too passive. She relied on me to defend her. She relied on me to keep her alive, to tell her everything was alright, to comfort her. She needed me. She needed me, and I let her down. If I could, I'd take all of the time I wasted and spend it trying to prove to her that I'm sorry. But even if, that wouldn't be enough. Love is supposed to be a ride. You're supposed to get dizzy. It's like a roller coaster. And when the roller coaster isn't running properly, you stop it, take a look, and fix what went wrong. But for Ally, her first experience with it was like a car wreck. The driver wasn't paying attention, and she got hurt. No matter how much I apologize, no matter how much I try to take it back, no matter how much I beg and plead and hope and wish for her to forgive me, I know it's hopeless. Who in their right mind would forgive someone who hurt them so badly? I couldn't face her for the longest time. Then, a miracle happened. Ally changed her mind, and she forgave me. It was in a big, long, rambling speech form, but she forgave me. And for the first time in the year since we broke up, Ally Dawson genuinely smiled. If that meant she forgave me, I was happy.