Dear You

Dear You,

Heard you were doing

well.

Really well.

That's great.

It really is.

I'm glad you're doing

well,

I really am.

Last I've heard from you,

you were broken.

Distraught.

Lost.

Stuck in a place

I wouldn't wish on

anyone.

I get that now.

Honest,

I do.

In the past,

back when everything

occurred,

I never really

understood.

I couldn't even

imagine

how someone could

have done what

you've done.

I truly believed

you intentionally

were trying

to destroy me;

trying to destroy

everything we've

created.

Maybe you were..

I'd never truly

learn your intentions

now..

but I doubt it.

Here we are,

six years later,

and I get it now.

I understand

the battles you had

put yourself through.

I get it now.

I do.

I just have

one question

that lingers on

the top of my mind;

just one.

I heard you were

doing so much

better now;

I heard you were

living your best life,

helping to care

for a young child..

being a great role model

for that child to

grow up with;

and I just have

one question.

Why now?

All those years

spent

having to care for

the little girl you

refused to care for,

and here you are..

caring for some child

who wasn't even yours.

So,

why now?

What was so wrong

with us

that you felt like

we didn't deserve to

have a great role model

to look up to?

Anyways,

I'm glad that you

finally found

yourself..

I really am.

I thank you for

allowing me to

learn the reasonability

I needed to learn

to get myself through life;

even if it meant

having to endure

so much pain,

and heartbreak,

in order to learn it.

I really do hope

the best for you,

I do.

Thank you,

M.