And now when I think about you, so close... just one town over when I go to see my sister in Hoboken. I wonder if the suspicion and resentment are still there. I always said that one of your best traits was that you didn’t hold a grudge. One of your best and worst traits, because it got you hurt so much, but it was so beautiful in the end... I wish that could be me.
Instead, I think of all the times you made me defend myself when I hadn’t even done anything but try to love you. I think of those years of holding my own hand while laying awake at 3am. I think of giving you another chance... of giving her too many chances... and of knowing I can’t stay with them as I watch them self sabotage like you did.
It seems to always come back to you. And I still think you were my person.