You were like Frankenstein and I was your blind
man. I did not know anything about you, so I did not know your reputation for
being such a monster. I just liked
you and accepted you, as is,
It wasn’t your fault, someone definitely
made you become like that. You didn’t do anything wrong, but eventually it
became your problem, because our past is ultimately no one’s problem but our
own. It was your problem because you didn’t do anything about how you were.
You were not used to someone being nice to
you or liking you without strings, the way I did. I just liked you. I wasn’t
privy to any of the baggage. We had a nice run. We drank tea just like in the movie. You gave me a lot because you had
no one else to give to. Not material stuff, but knowledge, experience, help, even
It was hard for you, you always had
something to prove. I did too but you were even more competitive. Always
suspicious, you could never you’re your guard down. It got exhausting. You were
always looking over your shoulder, carrying a gun just to go on the subway.
Like what was going to happen, jeez? Just like my father who always carried a
knife. Whoever messed you up did a really fucking good job. Man, the damage
runs so deep. Sorry it was all so hard for you.
You tried to tell me a million times who you
were, but I did not believe you until I finally got it. Eventually, we grew
apart. It was like I got my sight back, but you never stopped being the monster.
It was so exhausting to listen to your having it all and your pathological
lies. The dark part of you got stronger and stronger and was unbearable. I wanted to keep liking you but I was moving pretty fast in the other
direction. Life dances on. I really truly wish the best for you and I hope that
the world is treating you well. Thanks for everything.