Ivy --
As much as that little voice inside my head keeps telling me that I'm being a fool, I can't help but still get flutters in my stomach when I see her pop online. I want to say something, to break the ice, but I am ridiculous cautious about it.
Speak of the devil, she just sent me an email. I keep telling myself, "No, Mars, no. Don't do this to yourself. You haven't even spoken to her for the past four years and she has held an unbelievable hatred towards you the entire time."
I'm not good at listening to myself though.
Gentle Ivy, what am I to do?
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