Every sentence in this character’s letter to an ex begins with the word Maybe.

Maybe I shouldn’t be sending this to you…but then again,
maybe I should have sent it months, or even years, ago.

Maybe you’ll toss it out without reading and believing these words I’ve sweated over, but
maybe you’ll devour each line with ever increasing excitement, and
maybe you’ll call me before you even get to the end. Bloody hell,
maybe I should start at the beginning!

“Maybe…?” Those were my first words to you. You asked me out and I couldn’t decide;
maybe it would be brilliant: exciting, empowering, energising,
maybe it would be a disaster: fraught, volcanic, abusive,
maybe it would be both simultaneously – bingo!

Maybe turned out to be the right answer, but
maybe I should have still said no until you’d got sober and I’d explained my health issues,
maybe then it would have all been upside.

Maybe I shouldn’t have waited so long to get help, but I’m ready now…I’ll just say it:
Maybe we should give it a second chance with all our cards on the table?
Maybe our skeletons will get along well? Will you say it one last time, as this time, I am actually asking you out. Marie, you’re sober, I’m medicated…

Maybe this time it will work?