Dear Ashley

I love you.

Somehow, I cannot hate you.

Do I hate what you did?

Yes.

With every fibre of my being.

But still, I cannot find hatred within myself to hate you.

You and I, oh Lord, what a mess.

What a storm.

A nuclear bomb.

My grief, the depth of my sorrow extends to you Ashley.

You were just a boy, struggling to be a man.

Lost in your own darkness.

I’m so sorry.

I could no longer be your crutch.

It was hurting me.

It was killing me from the inside being with you.