It's a funny thing, when you convince yourself someone would stick around through anything. Like you can try to fix what's doomed. I shouldn't have ever come that night, with Clegg, and met you the way we did. We shouldn't have even liked each other. We shouldn't have ever tried, but we did. We really really tried for a long time, for almost three and a half years, and honey I would've given you ten more. Because we made a promise, you and I, that we would hold tight to each other with our eyes shut, the world be damned. I wonder if you will ever know that even a year later I still think of you every day because I know there will never be closure. I wonder what you were thinking on that particular day, coming to my apartment, and me asking you what you wanted for lunch. For lunch. Because I didn't know the world was coming crumbling down yet. I didn't know about her, or the coke, or the Tinder, or the way you started to resent me in silence God knows how long before. The thing is, Mikey, I loved you so much I was willing to destroy everything I was for you. But in the end, you got what I always knew you wanted, a simple little yes man to beacon to your call. You're a fucking father and I can't comprehend how far you strayed from the boy I knew. You can call it "growth" but we both know you threw it all, threw me, away for your own selfishness and ego.And even after everything, even though I now hate you, if you called tonight, I would answer. Because I could never abandon you the way you did to me, and that, I can never forgive you for.