Revising

I'm having to revise my thoughts on all of you. Because as much as I'd like to rely on the stories I tell myself, I keep wondering whether or not they're true. I'd like to keep the thoughts I made at the time, and maybe it's better if I do, but they say hindsight is 20/20 and while I'm not sure I believe that's true (things are always foggier with distance), it's the least I can do to try.
One: I don't regret you, but it wouldn't have worked. You were a savior, an idol, and I worshiped you. I don't know why I walked away. It killed me when I did. I wish we could have been friends, but you have your own life now and I imagine I hold no special place in your mind. So while I apologize, allow me to fade into the distance. I'll try to allow you to do the same.
Two: You were the first pressure in making me the person I am, so congratulations. I don't remember much of you, except that I was too Christian, too innocent. Or stubborn. Who knows.
Three: I want to say you were abusive, but I believe I allowed it. I didn't know how to moderate my giving, how to be my own person. It was an infatuation at best and I don't believe you had anything but lust for me. I don't believe you knew what you were doing. I don't believe you meant to do the damage you did. But you were the one to break me. I don't think I hold that against you, partially because it was my own fault. Still, I have no desire to return to that life. And a piece of me resents that I've ever known it.
Four: I don't know whether or not to consider you, actually. I'm not sure our feelings were mutual, only that I knew how to reciprocate. It was awkward and self-conscious and I remember later telling you no, that it wouldn't work out. That there was barely a "before" and there wouldn't be an "again." You were the first one I rejected. Or... rejected for my own sake. But I believe you're fine.
Five: We're entering more serious territory. I didn't mean to lead you on, but the entire time, I felt like I was doing exactly that. You gave so much and I'm sure you would have been and maybe are great for someone else, but I never actually knew you. I cannot fathom someone allowed in such a close position without the same level of knowledge. I don't know whether or not I should have believed your words. I was scared of hurting you, but I was also hurt by pretending, and I know pretending like that isn't fair to you. Wasn't fair to you. I wish you luck and joy with another.
Six: I'd like to say I gave you everything. I gave you a lot. Probably more than I should have. We bordered on very dangerous territory. I know that because I remember having to hide my phone from my boyfriend's view while he took me to a poetry slam, or maybe I was just friends with him at the time, but I don't think so. Was that the first time you said you loved me? Or maybe it was when you admitted your feelings. I don't know. When it finally did happen, I loved you deeply. I don't know that I've loved the same way since then. I regret our breaking and I wish I could have stepped in sooner to fix the fractures. I want to believe there was more I could have done. But I also remember how tired I was, how broken, and I'm not sure I could have lasted. You treated me well even after and I'm sorry for the pain I left you in. You're more cynical now. More abrasive. I'm not the only one to notice. And while I'm not conceited and egotistical enough to believe it was all my fault, I can't help but wonder whether or not I played a role. If I did, I'm sorry. I miss you. I miss what we used to have. But I don't think I could ever return to you.
Seven: I am sorry. Maybe it's only that this wound is freshest, but I truly believe I did you wrong. And for that, I'm sorry. I know I was worn and hurt and tired, but I'm wondering now if I let a few difficult weeks poison nearly a year of goodness. I miss you deeply and I believe you treated me well. I'm learning to move past it, but I know I mistreated you in other ways - the ones that led to alcohol. You hate that vice. I hope you didn't hate yourself for it. I hope you're happier now than you were then, that things are better, that you got help or are managing or I don't know. I'm glad we still talk. I'll see you soon and the thought leaves me both with joy and with tears in my eyes. I hope things are okay. I hope you are okay. I don't know whether or not I gave up on you, but I'm hoping I didn't. I'm sorry if I did. I know you're strong. Keep growing stronger.
Eight: I don't know what to think about you. Those initial things never should have happened and I'm sorry I didn't stop them. I hold you equally accountable. I want to believe your words, but I'm not sure if I can. Even if I do, I can't accept them and I think you know that. I feel like I've complicated your life. I feel like you resent the fact that I want to treat you well. But how is that fair to me? I want what's best for us both and I'm sorry if that hurts, but I'm doing everything I can. Or I'm trying to.
Nine: I'm doing everything I can. Or I'm trying to. I want what's best for both of us, whatever that is. We both know what it is. I get frustrated at you because you won't cooperate, because you resist it, because you insist on being just a little closer than you should be. I'm running out of options, but I don't want to push you away. I care for you, but I don't believe either of us could legitimately call our feelings love. You need to learn to be strong for yourself, to become a whole rather than pieces. I can't help with that. I'm doing all I can. But I need you to do the same.
Ten: Please don't try to be them. Don't try to be better than them. Don't look at me the way I look at myself for looking at the number of them. They're more than numbers. They're also more than scars. Some are dearer than others and I'm sorry if that hurts, but could you care beyond it? Could you look at the core, beyond the scarring and masks, and call it beautiful anyway? I know they say I won't accept it, but I want to. I believe I would if the love didn't involve so much pain. Could it be a new beginning? Could it be safe? Could it be healthy and holy and a place where I can grow? Can we start strong and keep it going? Can you keep from filling the gaps you shouldn't? Can you be the last one?