Summary
Hey.
It's been a while hasn't it? About six years since we last talked to each other huh? I know that I promised you that I would try to reach you sooner, but I guess six years isn't soon enough. I hope you aren't mad at me, but I'm reaching back now. I haven't forgotten about you, about any of you. I hope my letter is reaching out to you, I pray that you're reading it. Six years is a long time, but not even those long days and weeks could erase the years before. So much has changed, and I know it has changed for you too. I would say hopefully for the better, but I'm wrong. You don't even need to show me your face for me to know that if anything, my disappearance only made life worst.
I can just tell, I could see it all play out each and everyday. The tears, the screams, and the endless nights of suffering. I know that I hurt you. I still am by not coming back. I bet the paper your reading is filled with tears already. I want to say sorry for the pain that I left back there, but I just can't. I don't regret leaving, I don't regret how my life is now. I don't regret how happy I am right now, so I can't say sorry. Sorry is far from what I feel, from the freedom I felt stepping out of that house and finally just leaving. I can't say sorry for the pain I caused by leaving, cause for once my pain was gone. At that moment it was enough to not look back.
What happened to me since I left? A lot really. I struggled out in the roads alone, I worked and staved, I gain friends and lost some, I've seen death and I've helped give birth. I've seen and done so much that it's also suffocating. I've gain a mom, finally a mother I can really see as a Mom that I always wanted. I got a new father, sisters and brothers. I have a family that took me in. I'm... I'm just happy.
Why am I writing? Why am giving you this knowing it hurts you? Honestly... I don't know why. I just know I had to. I had to tell you, all of you, that I'm okay. I'm alive. I'm loved.
Goodbye everyone,
Steven