I miss you. It has been 2 years since we last saw each other. And that one last time, you were the last person I would like to see.
What happened was really difficult, not just for me but for the people closest to my heart, as well. We may have moved on, but we are cursed to never forget. One moment I was this trusting girl who looked up to the two of you with pride, then the next, I don't know who to trust anymore. You (and hmm) were the two most admirable men in my life, my knights in shining armor. I can still remember how you patiently taught me in subtracting decimals and turning them to fractions. And after one life-altering moment, a very rude awakening, I was all grown-up wallowing in the twisted life adults are living. And I hated both of you so much.
Now, nothing about what transpired seem to matter. We may never know what the truth was. Or even who instigated what. For me, it simply doesn't matter. Trust was lost, it can never be regained but we needed to move on. Or go crazy. So we chose to forgive and face the fact that whatever happens, we still need to stick with the family God has given us.
You were the big brother I never had. You made me realize how good it felt to have someone come into my rescue. Even just to fight my battles against numbers or defend myself against the vicious sting of mama's broom (her favorite deterrent at the time to a sassy mouth). I just wish that fate would be kind enough to make our paths cross again. And when that time comes, I wish we can somehow get back even a glimmer of what we lost, if not all. Be safe always. Kat
