I read what you wrote,
I read it all.
But I didn't know how you felt.
That some of your doubt
some of your insecurities
were because of me.
I didn't read with intent then,
as I do now.
And I see now,
what I wish I saw years ago.
I know I was never
that special someone.
But I wish I could just hold you,
and just comfort you.
Let you cry,
let you release
in anyway you chose.
Because I want to keep
you safe,
protect you.
You are priceless,
and should never feel as you did.
I want you to feel acceptance,
as you are, right now.
If I could just hold you for a moment.