Dear ghost,
I have never hated the world you wove to me. Your world had all that I knew not. It was so intricate, colorful yet so raw.
Even as you suffered, you were so tender. So soft that it was impossible for you to be a burden to me. I was just a coward. I did not have it in me to escape from me and embrace you.
Even as you call me, I am never there. Darling, I am so very afraid of what you might see. But when I reluctanly think of you, I wish all the happiness in the world for you. You may not be with me but I do not have it in me to hate you. I can only ignore you because once upon a time, I was yours.
Yours truly