"Thank you."
"For what?"
"Forgiving me. It couldn't have been easy."
Oh you have no idea.
It took many agonizing nights, chock-full of curses and spittle.
It took many fierce poems, dripping with blood.
It took bawling to songs that applied way too much.
It took bawling over someone else to fully accept facts that you weren't the worst person any longer.
It took the pains of others to get through my thick skull that you weren't the enemy any more.