And I was there for you one last time, not to prove to you that I was faithful, reliable, and honest. But rather to prove to myself that I chose poorly, and I was always there for you when you needed me, and you never did even reciprocate.
We both were selfish, in our own way.
It's not about stating who's in the wrong, it's black on white, or as you would call it, white on black. I'm trying to end this grief, and live the life of acceptance, the freedom from being everlastingly haunted by your linear sequence of scars¹.
Yeah, I stayed.. I stayed, because every time you threw a brick at my head, it hurt, but it could never hurt more than every day of my life just being me!
I stayed because I thought, if anyone can change me, can make me... not me, it was you.