Keen vision

I don't want to be someone that you run from. I'm happy for you... that you found the One. Who knew she was just lurking in the space between your lips and your nose. I want to be remembered in a happy way. You have a little one now. I know that you really love her. You'd want her to know your love. She loves you. And the One, she loves you. I know she does. She needs you. Is that the kind of love that we're all striving for? Is that it? Happiness. It gives way to grief. You must be a better man. And I- I only fit into one place... that place I haven't found yet. I haven't found my place yet. You're where you should be. With your family, that you love, and that loves you back. I know now what I couldn't give to you. Aren't you happy that I let you go? Or did your plans change? Did you know that this is what you needed? It seems so obvious to me now. Is there just so much hurt in your heart? She said... You once said that it doesn't matter anymore. And yet, here I am pouring my hurt into a notecard or two. It matters to me. It means a lot to me. But, these days, everyone seems to think that I've got it all wrong. That I try at all of the wrong things. You probably feel the same way. I shouldn't try to talk to you or try to see you. You wouldn't approve of it. You'd run or get angry or both. It wouldn't make any difference to you. I think I just miss you. But, you're already at home.