All this time, I convinced myself to believe there was nothing palpable, only swift desires and blood-driven flesh. There was more, after all.
There was some meaning to the hurt, to the insecurities, and to the denial.
I sent my anger away. I gave up on thoughts of being special. I toughened myself up, without actually knowing how. I kept quiet. I stayed true. Instinctively, I made myself guarded, walled.
Thank you, for letting me know.
Thank you, for showing me my strength, without speaking of it bluntly.
Thank you, most of all, for the honesty.
Not many people have given me that, especially him who I once depended on the most.
I know I can make it through these hard times.
I know I deserve something more than what has passed.
Let us keep driving, and let us proceed together, accompanied.
