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.
