Imagine texting your dad, who rarely ever talks to you, a cool, old picture of him and he just never responds. Because that's the kind of behavior and energy I get from the other person who made me. Idk why I still try sometimes. I guess I should be one of those who can just cut everyone off like they don't matter and usually I can, if they're harmful for me. I had to learn that; how to let go. But it doesn't sit right with me with you. I guess it's a good thing that I'm not like you in that way. You and my beautiful brother who was my father figure in your absence and who also stopped talking to us 12 years ago. Both of you made hurtful choices. But I learned to love from a distance from you two and I always will be here for you. You may never see this but maybe the sentiment will echo in your spirit someday. I love you anyway. Always 💕
