onlytomorrow
It was my responsibility to take care of him. I knew it. I knew I had to do whatever I had to do. I failed though. I couldn't protect him from himself. I thought tough love was what he needed, I thought it would teach him to be honest with himself. To stop fearing others ridicule and to be happy with himself. I'm not sure if I should have just allowed him to hide behind his mask. If only he could know I had the best intentions.