When I was 18 years old, apparently I knew what it meant to be dedicated. I moved in with a girlfriend who I grew to love dearly, but with whom I never really saw myself spending the rest of my life. After I ended our relationship, I eventually got into another, and I ultimately ended up living with that girl too. She set the tone for what I would henceforth refer to as “real love” or “in love.” While she and I might have made it work, even considering our differences, I decided that we weren’t quite perfect enough for each other. A long while after that, I fell in love with a crazy woman and her child. I got hurt. And somewhere along the way, I forgot what it means to be dedicated. Devoted. Committed.
I wish I’d never lost sight of that dedication I had when I was younger.
You deserved better. You deserve better.
No matter what happens from this day onward, no matter how much or how little difference it will make between you and I, I want you to know you’re the reason I’m getting better. The horrible irony is that I’ve hurt you so. I hope someday you’ll forgive me.
I’m sorry.