Thank you. Thank you for leaving when things got to be too much. Thank you for making me feel like it was all my fault. Thank you for bringing me to my Rock Bottom. It can't get any worse than you. You let me fall with the full intention of knowing that you weren't gonna catch me. I'll be sure to clean up the mess you made. You were what I based my vision of love on, so when you went crashing down, so did my hope of love.
I no longer saw love in the world the way that I did before. Now the world was full of cold and bitter people who were, in response, filled with anger raging hate. And now I was powerless to stop it.
When you left you took my armor with you. I'd like it back please. I'd rather have a suit of armor instead of the brick wall I was forced to build around myself for protection. If it wasn't for you though, I never would have realized what real love is. I never would have found the man of my dreams. The man who loves me for who I am. The man who caught me when I fell. The man who started taking a sledgehammer to the brick wall to get to the scared woman behind it.
And when I say man, it's because you weren't one.
You were a boy. A child. Not even old enough to vote and yet I let you tear me down. Guess what, the joke's on you. I'm happy. I found someone. We're making plans and he's keeping them, unlike you who made them only planning to break them.
As the wise J.K. Rowling once said, "Rock bottom is the solid foundation on which I built my life." So thank you for throwing me to my rock bottom. Thank you for the life I now have. I owe all of it to you. The boy who couldn't, and wouldn't, love me.
