You are everyone that has ever crossed your path. Your mother’s smile and your father’s laugh and your sister’s support and your brother’s love. You are every friend you have ever made and every person you have ever lost.
Maybe the details didn’t matter to you, but they mattered to me. I didn’t get to choose how deeply you cut me, but this wound still bleeds.
I gave you chance after chance to make things right; I set myself on fire to keep you warm. But I can’t help you.