I hate that you decided to leave us this way, and I hate myself for not being able to make things turn out differently. I wanted so much to give you more, but I guess you can only give someone something that they will accept. The fact of the matter is that you, sweet B, refused over and over to accept what was offered. I can only hope and pray that you will find peace and stability somewhere else. I’m going to miss you so much, but I don’t delude myself that you are going to miss me. I’m pretty sure you won’t.
I wanted to give you home and a family, but you didn’t even look back once as the car was driving away.