You know he didn’t explain the story entirely. He was the victim and refused to admit that he was lacking. He criticized your every move, and wanted to mold you to be like him. He was never man enough to admit mistakes, and found someone else to blame. He held your hand and sang your favorite songs to think that he had all control. He never heard a word you said, and laughed at your common sense. He blamed you for his failure, when he alone detached from you. Now that you’ve gone to find yourself, he wants to come and stay. He will never know how much you cared; he will never know how much you hurt. It’s too late and now you’re gone, he needs to move along.
Master Z
