i cant promise the world or give you the answer to everything but i can pick of some legos because the only word i could find was "sorry".
we walked around and spotted a kid who spilled some legos in the small toy section when you compared my life to the pieces scattered everywhere. saying how hard it must be trying to put everything back together or trying to come up with something new when everything was a mess. and how hard you've tried to help me but instead it ended with you stepping on some of the pieces. and at first it was okay but after awhile it got tiring and stepping on leggos hurt more than hearing your mother say, "just wait until your father gets home" and you didnt know whether or not you could keep doing it. i loved watching you leave for all the reasons why your father hated me but this time i found myself counting every step you took back into your house.
one for every mistake and every argument we've ever had.
i still haven't figured out wheter or not this was a choppy way of saying goodbye or a choppy way of saying you idiot get your **** together or you cant keep being my idiot.