I loved you….
Even when you treated me in this way.
Even when you darkened and imprisoned most of my days…
Love is a strange thing..
And it didn’t matter.
It didn’t matter how much I loved you.
You could never change.
You could never return my love.
You could only give me cruelty, pain, and rage.
In time I would see these too were gifts…
For they made me see the love I had waiting all along,