"I'll be back, okay baby"
"But why can't I go?"
"You know my mom doesn't like you, and if she sees you at the funeral she might go wild"
"I don't need to go to the funeral, I just want to be there waiting for you"
"Sorry, baby. I love you, and If you love me you would understand why you can't go"
"NO . . . I do love you, so I understand. Don't worry I will stay here, and wait for you here."
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
Your mom called me the other day, saying she couldn't reach you and that she was worried.
And to my surprise she didn't hate me, on the contrary she said that she was grateful that you got to better understand your sexuality because of me.
I told her that you left me. And she apologized, I felt the genuine pain in her words.
She told me how she was worried you hated her, since when she called you to tell you that your father had passed, and that you should attend the funeral, You told her you weren't interested and hung up. Not even showing up the commemoration of your own father, breaking your mother's heart.
The day you left for a "Family member's Funeral" was coincidentally the same time as your fathers. And since you didn't go the the funeral but left me, I started thinking, placing the obvious pictures together, that day when your family mourned and I missed you. That day you spent it fucking another, not caring about those around you.
I am an utter Fool
I trusted you but you didn't even care, so now I lay awake as the sun rises, another day goes by, I don't really leave our bed. I stay there all day, just standing to use that bathroom. But with the little food I have eaten that Is not necessary.
Your "Love" cause all of this. All the pain in those that actually loved and cared about you, I hope you are happy.
