Fueled by Coffee

I loved your son with all my heart. And I’m not sure why he doesn’t see it, but he’ll always be my Joker. The mad one I still would do just about anything with, for. As much as I could see a future with him while we were together, I realize now what we had, or what I thought we had, wasn’t really there. Not in the way I thought. And while it made me so sad I realized that was just fine. I wanted your son in my life. I’m the Harley to his Joker. The crazy girl who is so innocent despite all the things she has seen and done and gone through. 

What has happened in the past few weeks, in the last month. I am so terribly sorry for it. I wish I could change the way things turned out. I wish I could get him to realize that the only thing me dating GL has to do with anything is that he introduced the two of us. That he could see that this doesn’t have to change our friendship at all. That I’d still leave my friends at midnight and go find him on the streets of Chicago and help his wasted, high ass home. Because I love him. He was one of my best friends. Still is, if he’d let me be. 

I never intend this. I never even intended to fall for GL. Not nearly as fast as I did. Not that I would have stopped it if I had seen it coming. I’m not sure what I would have done. All I know is that I’m sorry it happened the way it did. That we couldn’t talk things out in a way that ended with us being friends. 

I hope I get to see you again some day. And your son too. I know he’ll be successful in life, I just hope he can find happiness too.

All my love.