Dear you,
If you're reading this then it's late. You have lost me.
Why?
Because you found comfort in hating me. No matter how much I loved you, you measured my worth with others. You had pure hatred for me. I know I have flaws, but despising me will not vanish them.
I was there with you from the beginning. I was there when you had spoken your first words. I was there when you walked your first steps. I was there when you made new friends. I was there when you first fell in love.
That's when it began to hurt.
You began to forget me. You blamed me for he couldn't love you. You tried to change me because I embarrassed you.
But I saw that losing me, hurt you. You never wanted to lose me. Though you never valued me, you wanted me around because I was a part of you. But you had to because you wanted acceptance from those who never, at the end, accepted you.
You felt lost. You purposely hurt me because you were pushing me away. You wanted to push everyone away. I saw how you cried. How you clutched your blanket or pillow to keep you in the real world and away from the world of panic. I was always there but you never really valued me and I was okay with that as long as you wanted me around. Soon, you didn't want me around.
So, then you lost me.
I don't hate you. You were a part of me too. If you would ask me, I would come running back to you. But first you have to accept me for who I am. You look blank and emotionless. That's because you're sad that I'm gone. And It's okay. I will wait for that change or that spark or that person that will make you accept me with open arms. Those arms that have faded lines sculpted by you on the day I left . But for now,
You have lost me.
Sincerely,
Your true-self
