We are a myth. An imagination in both our minds. Yes, we provide each other comfort when the world closes in, and we are the constant in each other’s lives… but there is no closure and there is only pretty words and day dreams…
If anyone hasn’t told you, I don’t dream, and my life is the stuff of nightmares. Sadly you were the one pure moment in a lifetime of them, and even that got corrupted, but don’t think that I’m completely under the illusion that this will fix or ever heal. One day I’d like it to but I live in the reality that’s been created.
Maybe now I understand that it wasn’t completely you’re doing, but I’m still the one affected, me and my son. I’ll fight for you, you know that, but I will completely go on the offensive for my child. You know that more than anything and exactly what that entails.
I may be standing still and wishing for better days, but I’m not looking backwards for them. If and when it’ll be in the here and now. Not in echoes of a yesterday. That does neither of us any good. Him either.
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