remember when scrat was trying to burying his acorn and it caused the crack in the ice that traveled all the way up to the tippie top of the the hill that caused the split that then became the start of the ice age? it's days like this that make me sit and close my eyes so so tight and wish as hard as i possible can that i could just go back to that first crack... if i could just go back to that first secret that was buried or that first moment you didn't chose each other to confide in. to that first small small split that caused that little space between you two that over time morphed into this earthquake, into this huge catastrophe that seems impossible to ever mend. i just wish i could go back and fix it. push you back together before it was too late. because it is days like this when the weight of it all is crushing and breaks my heart.