We weren’t lovers. We weren’t friends. Though we “tried” to be. You knew that I was scared to stay with you. You knew I wanted to leave but you convinced me to stay. You told me that we could make “us” work. I would do my way and you would do your way. How could I have ever believe that mentality would have ever lead down to the path of “us.” But, how can I blame you for making me stay when I could have left? How could I blame you for my weakness then, when I should thank you for my strength now? You were not really there then and you are not really there now. I was just me "there," wherever I was. That is all that matters. And I know that now.