For the luxury of changing my mind, my opinions, and beliefs about the world.
For the understanding that value and worth are not dictated by the external world.
For the appreciation of a steady hand. For your integrity; when it was needed, your draconian measures.
For the bullet through the brain. For the arrow through the heart.
For the pressure. For all that you demanded of me, and demanded me to be.
For never treating me like a child, even when I was acting like one.
For making it clear to me that one can be born into obscurity; one does not have to live out one’s days there.
For letting me go. For knowing better than I did; that it was time to let go.
For who you were to me.
I would have always been sheltered and safe under the cover of your love, because you are good like that. I only wish I had the wisdom back then to know that I wasn’t what you needed in a partner; that we were better suited as friends. Because we were great friends.
I wish we were still friends.