There’s a photo that I took of us once and in it, you can see me perfectly. I am in your arms and I am smiling, as is usually the case whenever I’m near you. You can see sheer contentment…no, sheer joy in my face which is normally so twisted and contorted by anger and hurt. You, however, are blurred. Though you were smiling and it was clear, the way the picture had blurred your smile looked reluctant, if not completely fake. As I examined it more I realized that perhaps this is the most symbolic thing I’ve ever seen, it showed the truth or at least the truths I’ve known. Despite my own reluctancy, I have always been the one strong and steadfast, loving you unshakingly and irrevocably. You, over the years, mostly due to the fact that I couldn’t show my love and give all I could give have faded away from me. You’ve taken on my own reluctancy, we have changed in each other.