There is someting I would like to say

There is something I would like to say,

It’s not who knocked you down,
It’s who helped you back up.

It’s not who hurt you,
It’s who kissed you,
And made it all better.

It’s not who turned away from you,
It’s who turned to you.

It’s not who cheated on you,
It’s who never strayed in his loyalty to you.

It’s not who pushed you away,
It’s who held you close.

It’s not who stepped on you,
It’s who was there to dust you off,
And wipe off the footprints.

It’s not who you cry for,
It’s who kisses away those tears.

It’s not who stabbed you in the back,
It’s who offered  you his jacket,
To cover your back.

It’s not the one who made you bleed,
It’s the one who gave you the band-aid.

It’s not who got you drunk,
It who held your hair out of your face,
While you puked in the toilet.

It’s not who gave you the bruises,
It’s who brought you the ice,
To soothe the pain.

It’s not who laughs at you,
It’s who laughs with you.

It’s not who was mean to you,
It’s who was kind,
Loving,
And understanding of you.

It’s not the one who made you cry,
It’s the one who was willing to cry with you.

It’s not who yelled at you,
It’s who spoke softly to you.

It’s not who lied about you to others,
It’s who defend you to those same “others”.

It’s not who frowned when looking at you,
It’s who smiled when seeing you.

It’s not who never let you be you,
It’s who helped you to know who you are,
And love yourself for who you are.

It’s not who captured you,
It’s who set you free.

It’s the one who has always been there,
When you needed him most.
It’s me.

And I now understand that,
For us,
It was not meant to be.