Dear D
You know you really can't blame me for being angry or sad or mean or even unfaithful to you. It's not like you're trying to make things better.
Thirteen days. Congratulations. This is the second longest period of silence. You're getting better and better at it. It's awfully bitter, really.
Sometimes I catch myself not wanting to see you after all. Because, in all honesty, why should I? This is just stupid. If you really want me, at least try to have me. Stop taking me for granted, it's painful and annoying and it hurts my pride. Yes, I do in fact still have some pride.
Due to this pride I've let go recently. Not only of you, of things in general. Can you imagine how relaxing it is? Not having any sort of commitment to anything? Seriously, it's liberating.
I hope your future girlfriends will be better off than me. You must treasure them, and don't ever take them for granted. Just a piece of advice.
/P.
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