To look up many feet at someone and say "I'm going to hurt you"
And they put your hand on their chest and say "Not this, you couldn't"
And yet you do. You make them cry, you make them mad. You make them crawl. And you know and you cry, knowing it wasn't what you wanted.
It doesn't make you feel small. It doesn't make you feel big. It makes you human.
To see someone who saved your life and you didn't even know... How or Why... and continued to try over and over. Flying across the country just to know if you're okay.
It makes a person think. It makes them angry. It makes a lot of hurt and a lot of tears. The pain we both suffered was needless.
I could say I'm sorry. But my life wouldn't be what it is today. I wouldn't know what I know now.
I could say I'm sorry. Because that is a lie.
Maybe one day I can change the things I see that are hurtful, neglectful and painfully tormenting. Things I've seen after, felt, heard.
It's so easy to forget things... To be dumb... to be silly. To be focusing on only one thing.
But the hardest thing to do is watch someone in pain and know you let it get that far.
To know that you were evil to someone that saved your life...
And when he apologizes to you, crying, because he understands.
Makes him mean so much more.
A friend for life. One that I didn't know I had.
Maybe I am a warrior but I am a true ass hole. Not only to him, but my daughter and your kids.
I see him beat up by everyone. I see him do needless favors.
And it isn't right. Everyone does them. Even though they don't agree.
I'm sorry I hurt you and I want to make it right. And I don't know how to.