We are sorry that our presence and existence remind you of the one person who stole your happy place and safe haven.

 We are sorry that our faces remind you of the one person who took your Elysium and ridiculed you. 

We are sorry that we called you names and besmirched your character without understanding your agony.

Yet, we hope you escape the grip of your anguish. 

We hope the rhythm of your heart comes alive again and starts to sing again.

We hope the flowers of your soul bloom again, and the harvest of your heart is replenished. 

We finally see the world through your lens, and we hope you break free.