I dreamt of you last night.
It was vivd, it was almost realistic, it was everything I wanted.
But reality comes back to remind me that you shut me out, made me a villain, and turned your back on your promises.
Yet despite all that, my subconscious still wants you. Clearly.
I'm reclaiming this space.
We shared the most beautiful evening here.
And when you abandoned me, the association of this place, made it really hard to come back.
But I will take back control. The memory lingers. But it's a memory. Not an obstacle.
I still do miss you.
There's a piece of me that I gave to you. Even though you probably discarded it. I will never get that smol-piece back.
But now, that missing is not heavy anymore. It's not depressive. It's accepted.
Bucs D is rolling against the Eagles. (NFC East is OUTTTTTT!)
Yet they got trashed on by my Saints.
The NFL doesn't make sense.
Which is why I love it.
But I hope one day you'll be able to face those fears.
Find peace, not from running, but from acceptance, from understanding, and from courage.
A piece of me will always be with you, whether you like it or not. And that piece will have nothing but love and empathy towards you.
I'm at peace now.
I have had time to go through all the emotions of guilt, shame, abandonment, desperation, depression, disappointment, confusion.
I gaslit myself to think that I was such a horrid person, that you would abandon and cut me off the way you did.
I hope one day you'll have the time and courage to stop running, and think through all this.
I know it's difficult for you right now, from all that you've been through. We never got the chance to dig deeper into it together.