The things I want to say. Straight up.

I don’t know who broke your heart, but it wasn’t I. You broke mine, though. You asked me to try to be understanding. I did. You asked me to be patient. I have been. You asked me to give you time and space. I have, although it has been almost unbearably hard. You asked me not to judge you, and I don’t, although I feel as if you have judged me. You asked me to tell you the truth about everything, and I have. You were afraid to tell me the truth about yourself, but when you finally did, I was confused but accepted it. I stopped looking, and I stopped doing the things I was doing, because you made me want to. You asked me to wait, if I wanted. I did, I do, and I still am. I miss you like you missed freedom.