formerly (last summer pt. ii)
to all the people i once knew--
i wish i could say that i missed you. i wish i could say that tears were flowing down my face as i drove away, but the only adornment in my eyes was the spark of freedom that drove me ever onward. mom, i wish i could've been the son you always wanted, the one that would have stayed and made you proud. yet i was always the free one, finding my refuge in the trees by the riverbank. your expectations smothered me. promise me you won't smother max. to my little m, i wish i could be there to watch you grow up, to hold your hand and guide you through all the life shit that's headed your way. i'm so sorry i won't be there for you, but i hope that when you grow up you will come to understand why i can never return. just know that i will always be out there cheering you on and encouraging you to keep fighting. please forgive me. dearest jaclyn, oh, how i wish you weren't so damn stubborn. you should've come with me. we could have traveled the world, but fear held you back. may you always find peace in your decision.
formerly,
peter