Challenge
I don't blame you.
Write about an experience revolving around this prompt. Any format, any type of prose, any length.
I don’t want this
I want to blame you, I really do. But I don't.
I want to fault you for making me think that you cared about me. Maybe at some point you did, I don't know.
Why can't I blame you for leaving me? You didn't even have the courtesy to rip the bandage off, but instead slowly peeling it.
The reason is, I blame myself.
I let you care about me, even when I doubted it or didn't want your attention.
Even though you wouldn't rip off the bandaid, I was the one who made the wound bleed.
So yeah, the only reason I don't blame you, is because I'm right here.
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