Dear Driver,

At 12 years old, I remember when you rang our door bell. Everyone ran to answer it and you were not what I pictured at all but very quickly, I became attached. I began to love you.
You blasted Adel on the car stereo with me, on the way to research hospital 4 hours away. You came back into our lives almost as quickly as you left. I never knew a man as kind as you could exist. I had wished I'd spent my life with you 12 years, prior.
So, now, 7 years later, when you tell me that I'm the reason my mom is dying- Do you think about the times we had ice cream contests at a broken down Dairy Queen?
When you tell me you wouldn't be surprised if I had slept with the whole football team- Do you remember carrying me from hospital to another hospital, by foot, when I was unconscious?
Does it hurt you to tell me to stay in my room if I have a seizure or stop breathing and to not get help? Do you think about when I played the piano and sang to you for the first time and you cried?
Please remind me what I did wrong. It's so hard to love someone that hates you, back. Is this abuse? Surely not. You didn't do anything wrong, I did. I will be leaving your life, as soon as I can, just like you desire, I promise.
But as I'm driving away from your house, I wanted you to know that I will be thinking of these things.

-Unwanted