As you hear the sound of this voice, you start to realize that he has been broken. He has changed. He kills what needs to die. He wants to fix. He wants to heal. He wanted a beautiful life, an easy one. Desires fulfilled, grasping freedom, temptations congealed. It wasn’t how this was supposed to be. 

I am the recent, 
I have supported him through thick in thin, but he was too much. He kept having lies and even ones that were white. Hospital visit but he just wouldn’t listen to me when we had to leave. Surgery happens and we break for a while. The mother and I were on disagreeing terms. He talked about his mother when it was supposed to be about me and him. I deserved to be respected by his mother, not the other way around. He needs to man up and make decisions on his own. He left to go long distance not once but twice. First he came home, second he left home.

I am the mistaken, 
We have met online through a website. Video cams engaged, deep connections begins conversation. But I wasn’t ready. He wanted to make this relationship real. I did things he didn’t yet learn in his life as college was in the middle of his life. Drugs, but not just any drug, green tea wasn’t a drug anyway but it was feelings. These feelings were a drug to him. He didn’t realize I was too far away from him. He cried, He slept, He died.

I am the opposite,
I was taller than him, he is short after all but his personality was beyond the roof. That's what I loved about him. Very hard working, also kind and sweet, would be friends with mine. Becoming a man in one night where I entrusted all my safety to him. I don’t know if I regret it nor if he did either. I didn’t know how he felt when I told him about my political beliefs. I didn't know how he felt about me ending it all over distance. I cried until I moved on. Did he? 


THE TRAUMATIC INTRODUCTION

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