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.