I don't blame you for anything I've inflicted upon myself. Driving states away, making the biggest decision of my life, and sleepless nights were all worth getting away from you. I don't blame you even when I want to. The door slams that wake me up at night, the panic attacks where I can hardly breathe, and the time that never seems to pass. Every call, post, and email I've blocked, you always have another way to find me. You know my weak spots and prey on them until I break. I will never break and, still, I will never blame you.