R-E-S-P-E-C-T

was all that I was asking for. 

Even that, you failed to give. 

Funny --- and ironic at the same time --- how I was the one hurt in all of this, yet I am the one slow to anger.

I don't know where your fury is coming from. Ridiculous, how you feel you have the right to it.

Still no anger on my end. Perhaps you're expecting me to be, but I will not give you that.

My anger will be your absolution. 

All my love and my kindness to you. All because I know you need it. 

But amidst all this, I pray --- for my own peace. 

For my heart and my spirit to heal. 

All the love for you. 

Still.