I’m sorry, I messed up really bad sending your mental health down a spiral. I just wish, just hope that our old trio could come back again. You know, those days when we would laugh until we couldn’t breathe, or when you would whine about missing Angel. Ever since January, you’ve been more distant. Almost as if you were trying to avoid us. And I took that the wrong way, doing something outrageous to try and get us back together. I’m sorry I didn’t trust you, I’m sorry I broke all of those “pinky swear and lock” promises, and I’m sorry I left so many times because of my mental health. Just know, you’re everything to me, and I’ll never let you escape from my heart. Love you, Dami, or what Aksel called you, “DamiSalami.” I yearn for the day we talk again.