Sometimes when it’s late I think about you. What could have been different. What would have changed. It hits me so hard. There’s so much I wish I could tell you. So much I want to be able to show you. But you weren’t there. You left. Not just left, but you gave up. The one man who never should have given up on me and you did. I blame myself sometimes. But it was never me. It was you and your fucked up issues. But that was never your fault. It was your dad and his fucked up issues. Funny how things work that way. An overwhelming negative or positive event can impact a person so deeply. And you went with the latter. But I still miss you. I hate you. I love you. I’ll always be waiting for the day when I get to see you again.