I know I was just a blip in your life and honestly it’s okay to me now. I guess it’s somewhat karmic what you did because it’s what I’ve done in the past. I’m here a year later, listening to sad songs, still full of spite, and figuring what exactly happened and why I didn’t get a chance. I am watching and reading much more romance just to believe that there truly is some anymore, and it’s kind of depressing.
I have wondered about you for 26x longer than we even conversed. It’s getting pathetic now so truthfully, I have to let you go. I have to admit that what happened was not my fault, I can’t replay how I met you and how I fell for you.
Sometimes I wonder why I am so enamoured by you, it has something to do with the version of you I have imagined, and the actual you has let it down. So, I will oppress your memory, and I wish you well. I hope you get all you ever wanted, and I hope you kept true to your promise to never hurt someone again. Most of all, I promise to stop hoping to one up you and nitpicking all the ways it went wrong. I will find love and it won’t be with you, and that’s is more than okay. And if I ever see you, across a hallway, at a wedding, in an airport, I will just nod and pray to my nondenominational god that you have found who or what you broke me for.