It was nice of you to give me what

you did; though it wasn’t much, it

was enough, I guess. I took it and

twisted it to my needs and got way more

mileage out of it than anyone

could have expected. Even I was

surprised. At times unhealthy, pushing

through the strands, but now I’m

on the other side, ready

to say goodbye and thank you.

Ready to acknowledge what you did for me,

albeit way after the fact.

It’s all I want, nothing more

(though being what I am, I would take more).

I will respect, however, your

desire to be left alone. You were

shocked at what I turned into and are

afraid of having to deal with more of that.

I understand.

by Cher Bibler