From the start, I was right.
I was right not to fully trust you. I was right not to hand you everything with trust. I was right to hold back sometimes.
Because I told you many times that I could not trust. That I could not pour everything onto you. And you proved me right.
You did not stay for me. You did not even stay for yourself. You stayed only when it was easy, when I was a fun toy, when I was something to play with.
Yes, I made mistakes. Yes, I fucked up. I called it out many times. But every time I kept my doors open, because I wanted you.
And now you say you are chasing yourself. Now you say you are chasing peace. How convenient. Break me, then become a monk. What a joke.
Good for you. If that is what you call growth, then keep it.