Last summer, I left the city before you, and then you left, too and then it was finally over for awhile. After I turned into a completely horrible person just to be with you, just to be around you and just to feel the way you made me feel. And our first date was in the co-op and it was the best day of all time. And then it was over and I was still hanging on, like an idiot.
I can’t believe who I was back then. I can’t believe who I am around you. With anyone else I’d never want to speak to you or see you again. And I don’t. For the most part.
And now we’re moving to the same fucking neighborhood in the same goddamn city and we have a lot of the same friends and I know we’re going to run into each other. And what are we going to do then?
But the thing is, I’m the bigger person. And really, I always have been. Even though I hate the way I acted, you ran away like a child, you didn’t own up to your own actions and you’ve never once apologized, which I think I have every right to expect when you stood me up even eight months later.
If you ever want to be a part of my life again you’re going to have to grow the fuck up. When I see you this next year, I’m going to ignore you, I’m not going to get involved in your half-assed life, your facade of a personality or your lack of ability to be a human being.
Go back to beantown, asshole.