At first I was angry, I didn’t know how the hell you could walk away from the greatest thing we might ever find. Then I had nothing but respect for you. I thought you were just doing the right thing. What needed to be done. Sleepless nights missing you turned into sleepless nights of sorrow because I knew it killed you to make that decision. I didn’t like knowing you were out there hurting. You didn’t have to communicate it, I could read your heart. So I went on feeling guilty for whomever I met next, because if I couldn’t get you to accept my train wreck I call my life, then no one ever would. I was happy for you. Then she came in, and put it all into perspective. She has real strength. She depends on no one but herself. She accepted me, and got to accept the truth. Perspective is a strange anomaly. The truth is, you’re not strong. You’re codependency ruined a beautiful thing. Instead of standing on your own two feet, you wanted someone to crutch you. Two years is beyond enough time to accept and LOVE someone’s faults. Your use for me was up, and it boils down to just that. I was your strongest support, and you perverted that to convince yourself I was your weakest link, to make yourself feel better. I also see now that if you can fuck over your own flesh and blood for the sake of your own thrills, you will never truly experience real love, and now I just feel sorry for you. I used to think you were so beautiful. I wish you the best of luck, I really do. I have no hard feelings or ill will. But don’t. Do not call yourself strong. You’re not. You don’t have the right. You didn’t earn it. You were too weak to accept and love someone for who they are, faults and all. And with that, I laugh, and keep my head high, because if I see you again, ill be looking down at a hot mess I once thought had it all together.