Dear men of my past,
There are so many things I wish I could say to each and every one of you. First, I hope you understand, maybe not now, maybe you didn’t then, but maybe someday. I hope you understand that each and every one of you, even those I hardly ever claim, have taught me something, changed me.
I know I made mistakes, I didn’t know how to handle the situations we went through. Honestly, I still struggle. I tried my hardest to learn each time, to not make the same mistakes. I hope you find solace in that.
I never meant to hurt any of you. I often think of those of you I did hurt. I wish I could apologize to you in some way, but I know there would be no point now. To those of you who hurt me, I hope it was never your intent. I often like to see the best in people and I don’t think they purposefully hurt one another. I was just an innocent bystander. It happens. I’m okay now, that’s all that matters.
Lastly, thank you. Thank you for finding me beautiful, finding me intriguing, finding me lovable. You picked me, if only for that one night, you still did. The thing is, I picked you too. Don’t forget that. I found you beautiful, I found you intriguing, I found you lovable.
Don’t forget that.
