I’m sorry I didn’t love you at the time you loved me.
There were red flags all over the place. I saw them. I just chose to ignore them. But now, I’m holding them, waving them, feeling their existence.
When you’re young, thunderstorms seem scary. Like the sky is angry at you. But now that I’m older, something about its roar soothes me; it’s comforting to know that even nature needs to scream sometimes.