Ex; Day 49
Today you spoke daggers at me, not directly, but daggers nonetheless. Veiled with truths and half-truths, some lies. I’m not offended because of the truths, or even the lies. I acknowledge the truths, I recognize the flaws in my design, the flaws in my character. The half-truths and lies are flimsy, but carry the weight of your opinion, which is the part that stings most. I’m afraid I can only admit how awful I was, but not without recognizing how great I was trying to be. Somehow, I ruined something that was good to me, because I was too stupid, or loathsome to understand what I had. Your friends were right: I deserved to lose you before, but I did not deserve to lose you when I did.