You don’t know what it’s like to have someone leave you. To feel thwarted each time you tried to reconnect; to be ignored for years and left for dead. You thought I hated you for leaving me. I thought so too. But it was me I hated.
I hated myself for being so bad you had to go. For driving you away by doing nothing but being myself.
It takes a rare kind of love; a stupid kind of courage to make your way back into their life and to love them with all you have knowing full well that they could leave you again. And probably will.