…for being the jerk who cheated on me
…for not being the friend I thought you were
…for hanging out when all I could do was cry
…for being selfish and not noticing that I needed a hug
…for being crazy and not knowing when to stop
…for being who you are to make me who I am
It is without your mistakes that I couldn’t have made my own. It is with my own mistakes that I have come to accept me, love me, and respect others. It is with mistakes we find bravery, courage and knowledge. The bravery to move on and try again. The courage to live and love on after it all fell to pieces. The knowledge of how things were, how they are now and how they could be.
So thank you for being imperfect and flawed – you helped make me who I am today and I like me. Thank you for hurting me and giving me something to walk through. Thank you for giving me a reality to see beyond my own context and comfort. Thank you for showing me who you were, really and truly, so I could make the choice on my own about your worthiness to be allowed to love the me you helped create. Thank you for being the villain in my story so that I could see the heroes and the heroines. Thank you for not always being that bad guy so that I didn’t see it coming. Thank you for being the good guy for a tiny bit and giving me some happy memories, because those memories are in fact good ones and I do cherish them. But thank you for letting them just be my memories, not stories shared.
Thank you for being human and a part of my story.
