One whole month you gave me, but now there’s silence. Every day in that month flew by and when we were spending time together, it went by too quickly. Yet this last week has gone by agonizingly slow since you left.
We never got to go out and catch frogs…
Last night, when I walked out the door from my second job, I heard them chirping in the distance. Cricket frogs. I though to myself “tonight would be perfect.” But the truth is, I don’t want to go without you.
It’s such a messed up world we live in. People like you and I are messed up. It’s because of who we are and the ways people have treated us. Yet, if I wasn’t messed up I probably would never had met you. So, I guess in this instance, me being messed up is a blessing.
I hate the motherfuckers who did what they did to you. I want them to rot in prison for the rest of their lives. And, if there is such a place as hell, I want them to continue suffering in it. They deserve nothing else.
I love you.
I know that women can perceive things like that. So, while I don’t know all of the reasons why you left, I’m pretty sure one of them is because you could tell what’s been going on in me. Plus, I know I’ve been pushy, trying to get you to take certain steps. I won’t anymore. You haven’t been home for two months yet. Still settling in. Fresh out of a nightmare.
I’m not going to ask you to come back right away. Take whatever time you need. I’m not going to tell you what to do, but if you need me I’ll be here…or there. And I’m not going to try to change you, nor do I want you to change, because I think you are remarkable. I think you are wonderful.