photo by Patricia
You could have said, “I’m sorry.”
It could have come in letter form, or email. Nothing came or will come.
It was always about how hard it must be to be an abuser. That if I had my choice, I’d take being me not the attacker. Poor them, to have to live with what they did.
And that is how my life is run, around what others need.
It is a new path, to relax into the moment without having to meet another’s need, with no one to implode the peace and safety, and to be able to explore the depth of each millisecond in time fully.