Dear Ex-
I hate that you wouldn't give me a title. That the concept of a relationship was so hard for you. I hate that I can't hate you one bit for the hell you put me through over the last 3 months. You were my first everything. EVERYTHING. And if you broke up with me because I wouldn't have sex with you, then I think that's complete and total bullshit. You weren't worth my virginity. And I still will probably never understand how you could blame all of this ending on me never jumping out of the friend zone with you.
So you make out with all your friends then? You tell all your friends that you're dating them? You spend 48 hours straight with your friends, watching movies and kissing and talking about the future? You take your clothes off with all of your friends and jump into territory that is completely and utterly new with all your friends? I knew from the get-go of your experience, and you knew of mine. I knew of your reputation but for some reason, I still saw the good in you. You were my best friend.
And now... now we aren't even speaking. And it's breaking my heart. Every single day.
I loved you, kid.
-A
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