Why are you back?
You left my life and left me stranded, and I fought my way back to civilised land. It took me too long, far too long, just to feel happy again.
But you found me just as I thought I was finally done.
You walked back into the pirates pub just as I was telling my tale of what you did to me and what I had to do get myself home.
And you came back. As if nothing had happened. You just sat next to me and said hello, like an old friend who hadn't spoken in a while, instead of a tyrant who took me far from land in a whirlwind of happiness and then ripped the heart out of my chest and let it sink into the ocean and then left me to drown.
I am not angry. I want to know why.
I also want to know why I want to love you again.
