In 19 days it will be the one year anniversary of me leaving you.
I was on medication at the time, I'd just had surgery two days before.
I think that is the only reason I left, despite the bruises, and the tears, and the depression you forced upon me.
In 19 days I will be 18 in less than a month. And I'm doing okay.
I'm still depressed, and I still regret that time. But, I'm happier now than I ever was during that 10 months with you. So, thank you.
I know the real you now, but I also know myself a whole lot better. Thank you, and I'm sorry.