I’m the type of person that’ll pick up my phone at 4 am when I haven’t had sleep for the past two days or in the middle of class while it’s deadass silent in the room. If I don’t reply, is it really necessary for me to tell you that I don’t want you around if I make it so fucking clear that I don’t? If you had some position in my life, I’d let you know. If not, figure it out.
“The trouble is you think you have more time.”
I spent so much time trying to hate you that I didn’t think maybe one day you wouldn’t be there anymore. I really hope that you’ll get your ass back in SD because I fucking need my bestfriend back.
Contrary to your belief, what my ex did to me was not in any way worse compared to what you did. He left because we argued to the point where it didn’t seem like our relationship was anything worth saving. We were over, but the feelings were still there. We continued to hang out and talk on the daily, but we weren’t together. Along the way, he became closer to a girl he knew way before he met me and he gained feelings for her. He still talked to me, but when I found out he moved on, that’s what hurt me. As for you, I trusted that you wouldn’t do anything to hurt me because we were friends for a while before we were something together. You knew all the things I’ve been through. We had a history of ups and downs and we got through it. Then the first time another girl caught your eye, you fucking went for it and didn’t even consider how I would feel. And you know what was even worse? I didn’t even know what was going on until hours after I asked because you ignored me. You didn’t even bother to acknowledge my presence. It doesn’t hurt me because I’ve been through too much shit to have expected things to go better, but it bugs me because I don’t deserve this and I didn’t think you would be the person to pull off something so immature. We weren’t serious, but we were something and what you did caught me off-guard because I thought you, as an individual, was better than that. I was wrong.