I’m sorry that I ever did any damage.

Not in that bogus way that people throw around apologies to make themselves feel better.

I mean I am sorry.

I feel, even now, whatever sadness I might have caused you.

I didn’t mean to, I was trying to grow

and sometimes the growing wasn’t like a fruitful tree climbing towards the sky.

It was more like like a wave, growing and receding, taking with it the people on shore that were too close.

thank you, for letting me keep you up at night bouncing countless ideas off you, manically.

Thank you for the persistent adoration in your eyes when I said things that were scary.

When I said things you had to pick through like an assortment of mostly bad fruit until you found the few good things.

Thank you for telling me what I was even before I realized it.

Thank you for seeing me.

Thank you for understanding me.