You let me go because of your friends but for some reason I am not even mad. You were the nicest guy in the world. You embraced my imperfections. You looked at me like I was the answer to everything. You held me. You danced with me. You told me I was beautiful. You made me fearless…but you broke my heart.
The afternoon things ended is one that will always be engraved in my memory. I got dressed up so that you would have a good last image of me and I drove to your house hoping that you would realize we had something worth fighting for. You didn’t. I drove off and watched you standing on the sidewalk and every time I see you around you act like being friends is perfectly okay. That’s the problem…..it’s not okay. It never will be. I want you. I can’t think of anything bad to say about you and it is the most frustrating thing to be in love with someone who is such a good person. Sure you broke my heart, and yes I will think about you every time our song comes on or an inside joke comes to mind and I will be upset that I lost someone great. But at this point I guess I have to let you go. You used to joke about how every boy usually comes running back to me after the breakup. You might just be the first to break that pattern, babe. I hope one day you look back and realize that you made a mistake. I hope you miss me when you hear my name. And I hope that you compare the next girls to me and they never measure up.
That day you start to miss me, because I promise you, you will, please don’t come running back. I am closing the chapter about the boy who made me an option while I made him a priority.