Two nights ago, after over six months, everything just kind of hit me. I finally came to terms with the fact that you were never coming home. I stopped blaming you, stopped missing you, and stopped hating you. All at once, all of the sudden, I was okay with it.
Then, today, as if you’d heard what I was doing, and to prove to me I will never really forgive you, and that I can never really forget you, you contacted me for the first time in months to tell me you are, in fact, coming home.
