You are out there.
Will I ever stop missing you? Gods, we were bad for each other in so many ways. We hurt each other over and over again, and I know that most of that blame lies on my shoulders. I accept it. I'm sorry Forgive me Thank you I love you. And it isn't even a question of casting blame. It's a question of realising how little I was aware of myself, of my pain, and my fears. It's being unwilling to allow your own fears and hurts between us because I was afraid. I was selfish. Because I needed us to heal my hurts. Because I figured, they were more important than yours. I'm a single mom and my kids need me to be stable and loving, and I figured that we'd heal me, then you. Sounds bad, doesn't it? But it's the truth. Mine, anyway. I wish I'd made place for us both to heal together. I thought I was, in some aspect. But I never truly listened and took part in the things that interested you most. If asked, I couldn't say what your favorite book or movie or sho...