I know I’m the last person you’d want to hear from, considering I didn’t even bother to hear you out the last million times you’ve tried to reach out. Better late than never, right?
Look, I know it’s easier to believe that we just have to leave it to chance, that whatever is meant to be, will be. And I’d love to believe in destiny just as much as the next girl. But you know what, even in Serendipity, Johnathon Trager chases after Sara Thomas, the girl of his destiny, all over NYC, right before he’s about to marry someone else. Granted, they were both a little late.. But still..
My point being, there still needs to be effort. There still needs to be a fighting will. And with you, I just don’t feel like you have the fighting will. You keep saying that God will help us find each other when the time comes. So can you understand my anger and irritation that you would just leave it at that? Three years of loving you, three years of being together, on and off, lover or bestfriend. We’ve talked to different people, yet always end up right where we started. Is that not a sign?
I don’t even know what the point of writing this was. If anything I just wanted you to understand why I can’t answer your calls or texts. I see you everywhere, yet you’ve never bothered to tell me what you needed to say in person. Don’t give me this whole “meant to be” crap. Because for you, I would’ve made you my “meant to be”. But its not my choice. I want you to have a fighting will.