I need to be there for you. I didn't understand the urgency of the situation until I searched for it.
Something is very wrong. I should've been there for you to begin with. But you made it very difficult and I refused to be the help you needed.
How selfish of me.
Now it might be too late. But I will try. For you're sake. I can't let you end up like how I did. You need to be better than me. And I need to be better for you.
You're still a narcissistic asshole. But I shouldn't have expected anything more from you.
Rude. Inconsiderate. Selfish.
Difficult
But it will have to do. I will help guide you to be something better than I ever could've been. I didn't have help through the emotional turmoil and I promised to help others if they ever went through the same. And you shouldn't be an exception.
Do well. Be safe.
YOU ARE READING
My Dearest
PoetryThese are personal letters written to those I've loved, letters by which by no means are ever to be read by who they are intended for. Also rant/vent in here occasionally. I don't want comments on those chapters.
