Not on the same page. With strangers as an audience. I am crossing the finish line. Speaking without apology, a causality of honesty, and reminded myself, no matter how long the silence holds, it is okay to vulnerable. I rather be trampled wet grass, then cement waiting to dry. I will not apologize for wanting more answers because I cared. My ego is left overnight on the coffee table, alone, but starting to heal. Because at the end of the day those who are the hardest to love, are the ones that need it the most.