The burden.

I wanted to hate you. Seriously, i did. You left me and your son for a man whom you thought could love you way more than i've loved you. And, in some way, he did; and probably still do. And i don't have any problems with that.

But now that i am starting to become successful again; it pains me a lot that you're still struggling.

It's now 2:20am here; and all i could think about is you -- worrying if you've eaten dinner; or if you still eat three times a day. If he still treats you the way that he treated you years before: with unconditional love and unending affection. If you're still happy with the life you've chosen.

Now, i don't blame you. Again, everything that happened is still on me; and i still believe that you've made the right choice of choosing him over me. I don't want to rub it in your face that choosing "true love" over "practicality" is not really going well for you; because I still believe in the concept of "forever", and i'm still happy for you that you've found yours.

But, with a heavy heart, i still care for you deeply. It may not be "love" as we know it, but this is the right kind of feeling that would last for as long as we live. We have a son together; but beyond that, we've been there for each other for 13 or so years. And if that's not enough, i don't know what is.

So seeing you now being so desperate, so morose...i just want to let you know that i'm still here; and i'm doing the best i can to help you. It may not be too apparent, but my aching heart and tearful eyes beg to differ.

Cheer up, hold on tight, your skirmish is only temporary. A battle is lost, but there are still plenty to fight -- your burden is ours to carry. :)