You loved your mother. She was the only family you really had left. Your father had died when you were three. She only had you. She gave you things to make you happy. But the most thing she gave you was her love, and that made you happy the most.
Besides me, she was the only one you truly loved in this world.
I gave you many things too. I gave you my love too. I wasn't trying to compete with your mother. But I made sure I made you as happy as she made you.
But I wasn't perfect.
I had my faults.
When you found out your mom had cancer, it ate at you. When you found out your mom died, a part of you died too.
I tried everything. I tried bringing that part of you back alive. I really tried to. But it didn't work. And I didn't realize I was trying too much.
You needed a break, you said. What happened to your mother was eating at you, and you needed a break from everything. Including me.
I said no. I said I could make you happy. I said I could comfort you.
I showed you a fault that my mom often told me I had.
I'm sorry.
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Hurts Instead
RomanceThe Beginning, the Middle, and the End of a beautiful relationship. *Inspired by Adele, Someone Like You*
