Her, Pt. 3
"I remember how I cried, begged, pleaded with you to let me do better.
I also remember how you so adamantly, brilliantly stood your ground.
You looked like a Roman General, triumphant and glorious, atop a hill.
Like you'd killed Goliath with a stone.
Instead of me.
There was no pity. You were brutal, magnificent, vicious.
And years later, now, I appreciate it.
You did what was right for you
without fear. Without punches pulled.
And I applaud you, even now.
I remember the way the world dimmed
and colors faded and food lost its flavor and life lost its meaning
and I wanted nothing and everything and you.
And how you came back.
And how I, me, the coward, the fool, the Unambitious, the lazy liar, the oath-breaker . . .
Made it so that you had nothing to come back to.
Because you said I didn't make you happy anymore and that I couldn't.
So I didn't.
And you had a bit of a rough patch after I was shitty.
But now you look good. You look happy. And I feel like I did right by you.
Even if you've forgotten me."