A letter to Anthony Bahor
If you are going to trash talk me in public I must tell my story: Once upon a time I wrote a piece called Dear Diary . It was a mere 3mos ago. It was written with heart and passion. And it still stands true. I made the mistake of getting involved with you again for a brief period, even after I knew who you were, against all my better judgment. Maybe it was hope of a fresh start, maybe it was your beautiful little girl who I had grown close to and loved for over a year of her life. How could I not bond with her when she lived with me for six months. Her band-aids and stickers still stuck on my bathroom walls and bed frame. She sees me at the pool with pure sincerity and love. She says my name and points. It breaks my heart to not be able to hug or care for her in any respect. I made sure she knew I still loved her, her young heart oblivious to why I am no longer in her life. That unspeakable bond, you had once cherishe
