I'm an asshole.
A jerk.

I never could believe maybe for once I could be right.
I never believed someone else to be wrong.

I witnessed an argument.
It showed me many a thing.

Mother and Stepfather, hating each other.
Over me.

Does that make me an asshole?
A jerk?

I realize now.
It doesn't.

People care about me.
Others don't.

People care about those I care about.
One instance showd me the truth of it all.

Love is love.
Love is love.

I repeat myself to prove a point to myself.
They are the same, with different meanings.

True love comes in many forms.
Love is truly love.

I saw a card that said "I love you"
It wasn't to me. It wasn't from me.

It didn't bother me.
Not in the slightest.

I'm not over it.
I may never be.

But at least now I understand it.
Completely. Entirely.

Others can say what they want.
Their experiences, their own.

Not mine.
Not ours.

Input appreciated.
Duely noted.

My life is my own. Noone elses.
But I can share it as I will.

I will.

I'm sorry.
For everything. I wasn't right.