I want to apologize. I want to say that I am sorry that I hurt you, I hurt your heart, I hurt your ego. I feel so bad for how things ended.
I was a jerk.
What you and I had was never, in mind, supposed to be more then a passing fling. A lustful void we both needed filled. I was out of a bad relationship and you were becoming more comfortable in your new body. I thought that a few fucks was all you wanted, it was all I wanted. But, I was wrong. You were looking for more from me, more then what I was ready to give to you or anyone else. It really wasn’t you, it was me. It is me. I was the one who wasn’t ready for a commitment with anyone. But you were so sweet that I stepped off a cliff and hoped for the best.
And in all of this self-blame, I still hold a bit of frustration towards you. You said you wanted to court me, treat me like a lady, and knock my pretty pink heels off. In the end, I felt so guilty for wanting you to live up to your full potential and pushing you to keep your promises that all I could do, all I can still do, is blame myself. You weren’t ready to leave the Bat Cave, but you spoke as if you already had. I pushed, you panicked, and we slid on the ice together.
You were almost everything I wanted in a partner. But, you lacked courage like the Cowardly Lion and I lacked a heart like the Tin Man. In the end, I am sorry that I wanted you to speed ahead in your evolution but was never ready to give you the prize for doing so.
Someday, I hope you find your lady. And, I hope she makes your soul sing.