To whom this may concern:
For six years I thought I knew you. All of the things you’ve done, all of the things you’ve said—was it even real? My trust is like gold, more valuable than my love. Now you believe that having my love is better than having nothing, not realizing that I also love my abusive father but want nothing to do with him. Even though you say you regret what you did, how do I even believe that when the first thing you look for is someone to love you? Space has given me the revelation I was ignoring, that love can come in many forms and yours wasn't paramount. My angels intervened once again to save me, to reassure that I remain on my path. They took you away from me because my happiness has nothing to do with you. You’re the reason I was alive for so long, I guess that’s a positive outcome. But I’d like to thank you for doing what you did. My loyalty kept me in fire for the longest and I got use to the burns. Every day it seems to hurt more, yet, you gave the greatest gift I ever received…which is freedom.
sincerely,
your first true love