Damn you, if you couldn’t stand living here why’d you take it? This is my hometown. The land of stars and rodeos, clear skies and mountain whys. The place I remember where I first loved, and first walked away. The place where now as an adult I wish someone still loved me half as much as I loved this place, because no where else in the world will ever be home.
There’s me and my two dogs, my 8 horses, and my cats - all of them inside and out - that are such a core of who I am that you either love me or leave me. Once I tried to change for someone and I not only lost him, I lost my self respect and to hell if I’ll ever do that again. Nope. My animals are all a far better judge of character than any friend I know. If they say you have to go, then be gone with you, and if they say you can stay, well then. Be here now. Yes, you. I just wish there was a time when you weren’t as afraid of things I was and took that few minutes to fight for me because now I just worry you are a good memory and a long lost love for me. And I am sorry.
And I am here. And I am strong. And I am alone. And that is okay. For now, that is okay.