You were so kind to me. Always there. Always easy.
For years you stood patiently by me. Waiting for me to pay attention.
Waiting for me to notice.
And I didn't notice you back.
I took you for granted.
I gave you away.
I thought your only value was in exchange for bigger stuff.
Better crap to put inside the bigger house.
Materialistic consumerist bullshit.
I was just starting to figure this out.
But you had already had enough.
You walked out.
And I totally understand why.
All along you were just a mirror. You were showing me myself. And I refused to look.
I ignored you.
I didn't value you.
I used you.
And gave you away.
And when you were gone for good. I was just left to look at myself.
What I had done.
I realized everything that I had done to you - I had done to myself.
Every time I ignored you - I had also ignored me.
I had ignored my soul.
You taught me that.
You taught me what it means to value myself.
What I do in this world.
You taught me that my relationship with you is far greater than the stuff you can buy.
It's about self-acceptance.
It's about worthiness.
It's about creating freedom. Security.
It's about being my own hero.
As I have forgiven myself... it seems like you've forgiven me too.
And I'm so glad.
I love you.