January 6th, 1990.
Medina,
How long do you expect me to wait?
I’ve stayed quiet. I’ve stayed patient. I’ve listened when you told me to breathe, when you told me it wouldn’t be like this forever. And I believed you. Every time you swore it would be soon—soon you’d leave him, soon you’d stop pretending, soon you’d come to me fully—I believed you.
But the days are getting longer. And I am not a man made for waiting.
You know what you do to me. You know how long I’ve wanted you. I’ve taken kingdoms with less certainty than the promise you give me in your eyes. I could tear this whole world apart and still, it wouldn’t silence the need I feel when you walk away from me.
I am tired of watching you walk away. I am tired of sharing you with a man who never truly saw you. Who let the fire i
