It took me until my early 30s to fall in love for the first time and you were him. Hesitant at times I was and unsure but only because I cared enough. I had my doubts but I’m not one to rush through life. I wasn’t perfect and I never pretended to be. I was me, imperfections and all. I just wanted you to be patient with me and let things evolve as they should. And then I got pregnant and wasn’t ready to be a mother. I needed your support and understanding. I needed you to be by my side. Looking back I know theirs certain mistakes I made and things I would change, but I don’t see how it could of led to what it did with you hurting me the way you did.