I'm sorry. I'm sorry to those who have waited for me when I should have come to you. I'm sorry that swords danced in my stomach and made me feel weak each passing day. I'm sorry if I raised your hopes and vanished into the shadows. I'm sorry I made stories that drifted on the winds as I receded away, fearful you were watching so closely. I'm sorry that I wasn't what you deserved...because all I know how to be is me....I'm...sorry.