The day of

I drove around 125 miles just for you, not knowing this would be the last time I would ever get to see you again. I was only with you for about 1,845 days out of my whole 24 years of life. And when I seen you it’s like I didn’t even know who you were. You were cold.. darker.. bigger.. different. Way different than the last time I seen you and that was probably about around two years or so since you left us. I know if I would have gone back to you the day of our last fight it would have probably been me in that box instead. I did the right thing for me and our son.