Letter Twenty Five

Hi dad

I spoke too soon, dad. Too soon. I shouldn't have spoken at all. I don't know how but everything went south. All the promises, all the nights and days spent together were for nothing. Nothing, dad. Just like you, he left. The way you left me, he left as well. No closure, nothing at all. Just a text message saying how I was just another tragedy in his life. Am I just a tragedy? Is that why you left?