The first had been defensive:
I know you think I deserved all of this.
An accusation disguised as an apology.
The second said:
I don’t expect you to forgive me, but I want you to know that I finally understand what it costs to be the one who holds everything together. I took that for granted. Not once, but every single time. And I’m sorry I never saw it until you stopped.
I read it on my balcony at sunset with my cat in my lap.
October light had turned
