But you never will be. Not for me. For anyone else maybe…but never for me.
Today would have been 3 years.
And instead I’m hassling you to get your address so I can send you your things. You don’t even realize what day it is.
A year ago, you promised me, you SWORE to me that you’d make it up to me. That anniversary that wasn’t. That went so horribly wrong before it even happened.
This year you don’t even realize.
What the fuck. Now you don’t even answer my text. You didn’t answer my email.
I see you’re alive because you posted on Twitter.
I knew you couldn’t be trusted, I knew you’d hurt me…I was just too fucking stupid to think you would do it like this. Why tell me you love me, why tell me you don’t want to lose me in your life if this is what you’re going to do?
Well, that was a really great idea I had. To go to your archives and read old Valentine’s day posts. Yep. Brilliant thing to do. Perfect.
What the fuck happened and why. And why can’t I just fucking let it go and forget. Why can’t I move on.
I am so very sad. I can’t believe you just shut me out. I really believe you when you said you wanted in me your life but wow, you really don’t. I wish I knew why. I tried.