I wanted you to be a mentor. I wanted you to be calm. I wanted you to help with my healing journey. I wanted you to teach me. I wanted you to help me grow. I wanted you to be stable. I wanted you to be fair. I wanted you to be insightful. I wanted you to be part of my journey, part of my story of this life.

You came into my life and as much as I wanted you to be more, you couldn’t be. You were here as a short chapter in my story. You were here to teach me, but not how I thought that you would teach me. You were here to help me grow, but not how I thought that you would help me grow. You were here to help me heal, but not in the way that I thought that you would help me heal.

I had a choice. I could either accept this and see your role in my life for what it was or I could fight it. Either way, it was going to happen like this. You were going to exit my life, one way or the other so I made the choice to accept it. I didn’t struggle. I didn’t fight. I barely responded. In almost silence, I stood while you walked away. And, ironically, that is the moment that you started to teach me, that I started to learn, that I started to heal, and I started to grow. It was in the moment that you walked away that I felt the power of what you were in my life for. You were never meant to be a mentor and I am sorry that I ever tried to see you through that lens. You taught me that I should have listened to every bell and whistle that went off the first time that I met you. Oh, you taught me. You taught me about myself and everything that I will never be and for that I am forever grateful that you had a chapter in my story book of life.