Post by unburntflame on Jan 2, 2005 6:29:53 GMT -5
When you wake and fine me gone....
You have to understand why I left. I can't just leave it the way it is. Dangling there, in midair, like some lifeless doll, or an airless balloon.
It's not like I really wanted to leave you, it's just that I didn't have a choice.
I needed to expand my horizons, see what else is in this world apart from you and me. I knew I could leave you alone, there were so many people there who could care for you as much as I did, as I do, in my absence. I'm so proud of you; you grew up so much in the short time I was there for you.
This letter is not an excuse, I know how hurt you were to discover that nothing was as you had thought.
But you wrote to me, that you had come through. I knew you would, you always had the strength from your father, some of which I wished I could have had. But the past needs to stay in the past, and I want you to promise that you won't follow in my footsteps later and run away when you get something you can't handle.
This letter has been the only time I've allowed myself to feel emotion, I spent the rest of my time keeping busy and avoiding the memory of home. It hurt too much; it was easier to forget.
I hope that one day you will understand.
I know you will.
Because in your heart, you feel the same.
You have to understand why I left. I can't just leave it the way it is. Dangling there, in midair, like some lifeless doll, or an airless balloon.
It's not like I really wanted to leave you, it's just that I didn't have a choice.
I needed to expand my horizons, see what else is in this world apart from you and me. I knew I could leave you alone, there were so many people there who could care for you as much as I did, as I do, in my absence. I'm so proud of you; you grew up so much in the short time I was there for you.
This letter is not an excuse, I know how hurt you were to discover that nothing was as you had thought.
But you wrote to me, that you had come through. I knew you would, you always had the strength from your father, some of which I wished I could have had. But the past needs to stay in the past, and I want you to promise that you won't follow in my footsteps later and run away when you get something you can't handle.
This letter has been the only time I've allowed myself to feel emotion, I spent the rest of my time keeping busy and avoiding the memory of home. It hurt too much; it was easier to forget.
I hope that one day you will understand.
I know you will.
Because in your heart, you feel the same.