"I’m disappointed with you." I almost told me that. But I kept from saying it. I let me believe everything was for the goodness of me. But no. I get disappointed... when you procrastinate, when you sleep through the hours meant for becoming, when you wake up too late for the version of us I miss. I get disappointed... when you forget to care, when the dust gathers in corners, when you let silence answer your friends, when kindness turns to convenience… I get disappointed... but I never said so. I let you call it rest, called it being human, called it love. But truthfully, I just let it slide. And I think you knew.