If you were an artist you'd paint me as a Villain and thus, I felt like I had owed you an apology for why I couldn't be with you. I wanted to apologize but then my reflections of the world glazed over my eyes and settled that desire. For there is a 12 year old girl starving herself because she did not feel pretty enough. There is a boy who painted red on his arm in order to suppress the pain that his family had left with their lack of acceptance. There is a grown adult who believes they are unloved for having an family member who took advantage of them. So no,no you see,I don't have to explain why my fathers magical disappearing act cause me to never trust another human, why that pain had left me leaving you.  I promise I am not among those who are deemed the Villains.