To The Boy Who Left Behind Everything Except My Freedom

Listen Boy, I see you everyday. Each day, I pretend that you don't exist. Each day I wake up feeling dreadful, knowing that I'll have to see your face. I dread the time when I'll know you've entered the room. No matter how much I try otherwise, I always know it. I feel it every time. I can smell it. The toughest time is when we each other and smile through pursed lips. We smile on the outside, but I can see the sadness in your eyes; I know you can see it in my eyes too. You also see hurt in my eyes. I know that eats you up. God knows I have no intention to make you feel guilty. You broke my heart; it was me who gave you that choice. And every time I turn back from you, I pray in my heart, to never have to see you again. Yet I wake up every day, knowing that what is coming is my call. I was the one who signed up for this torture. So i'm passing each day like this, praying for strength each time I see you. I am at no liberty to forgive anyone, boy. But you must understand; I am, after all, just human. I don't hold any grudge anymore. I have cleaned my heart. I just ask you this, please give me back what you took away from me. My freedom. Let me go. Let me move on. Let me go, or go away.