• Means to an End

    by  • September 29, 2010 • Uncategorized • 0 Comments


    When you asked me to pick you up at the airport, and said that we could hang out together on that day, I agreed. You mentioned that the bus which would return you home wouldn’t leave for another five hours after you arrived. It made sense, then, that I come and get you. We could hang out together, like old times. Then, you mentioned your girlfriend, and I realized what I really was.

    I have been insulted. You know and have known how I feel about you for years. You know and have known how I wish you would see me as more than as a friend. This request to pick you up and hang out with you all while killing time waiting for you to reunite with the person with whom you long for. I am insulted.

    It was why I countered with my offer of driving you directly home, and then directly to her. I wish to rip it off like a band-aid. I wish to be rid of you and your repeated insults to my intelligence. I wish to be rid of you period. I want you out of my life. There is no need for me to be routinely treated like this, and there is no need for me to create or maintain more friendships that will not lead to deep relationships.

    I’m done. I’m done with you. As much as I am angered and insulted, I wish you peace and joy. May you be happy.

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