The things you don't know...

I never believed they couldn't hurt you. (And I don't know what fool came up with that phrase; some adulterer they must have been.)

I'm doing all these things, possibly on the verge of accomplishment, and your back has been turned for years. And though it sounds wrong, though it sounds like I've got my life all backwards and upside down, it's all kind of pointless when you're not around. What am I going to do with them, these accomplishments? Hang them on my wall, to look at them and say, "This is what I've done."

But I need more than that.

I need reason. In and of themselves, they are not enough.

I wanted to share them with you. I wanted to share everything.

Some days its so easy. Look at your picture and think, "You were never right for me."

But we all know I can't stay angry. At least not long enough to make it count.
And maybe that makes me weak, but it may also be my greatest strength, because I really can't think of many other people who can honestly forgive, who really do just want to move on and never look back except to say, "You taught me something invaluable."

I'm only asking for one thing.

But you've already taken it away from me.