|Weeping Woman, Picasso (1937)|
I know that nothing lasts forever, perhaps you were the braver one to walk away when things were beginning to seem unhealthier then before. I wish you would have given me the chance to talk to you before you decided I didn't belong in your life anymore. I thought you were my best friend, but instead you acted more like an enemy and threw my heart to the floor. I promise you, I apologize that I was not mature enough to allow to be independent, that I relied on you and forgot myself. I think you would be proud of me if you saw how much I have grown. I never will wish harm upon you, instead I wish you find what it is your are looking for.