Love came late.

Looking back isn't always easy. Sometimes, even years later, the wounds are still deep. Other times, I see how foolish I have been to put my entire world in undeserving hands and expect them to hold on as if it mattered. What is more absurd, is to focus one second of energy on the person that has blown off what they have done to you as child's play, or...on their "new" indistinguishable world. Let them drown in the justness of karma, or let them flourish despite their black soul. It is out of my hands, as it has always been. My life is full of peace, the love of family, a rewarding self-assurance, and a magnificent world I have yet to see enough of.