Ten. Ten Million.

I was gone for 2 of ’em.
There hasn’t been very many of ’em.
And you were forced into the world to learn it all on your own.
I was nowhere to be found.
Your transtion was halted, troubled.
Letters cannot spell out the sorrow.
You screamed for help.
You needed me.
And I was too good for you?
Now, look at you.
16 years older with the thoughts of man.
God, I’m so proud of you.
Before, you couldn’t ask me anything.
I was the ghost with the empty bed that was filled only after late-nights.
It brings tears to my eyes.
I’m sorry. I am.
You must’ve had so many questions and thoughts.
No one to share them with.
You don’t need my help anymore.
Never will I tell you of my regrets.
Never once will I claim to change.
I hope now, a year later, you have seen that change.
And I don’t believe “I love you,” will hit it like “I’d die for you.”
I’ll never leave you ever again.
You’re one in a million.