It was two weeks ago today that you were in my bed for some of the best sex that I can recall of my life. You see, I knew that it would be the last time you would be here, but you didn’t. It was selfish of me to have you spend the night, for all I really wanted was one last memory.
In the midst of our short relationship, I began to see that you really and truly liked me, just not enough. I was made to feel like a princess, and worthy of everything in the world. However, you only came around on your watch, and although patronizing me, and acting like you wanted to spend more time with me, you didn’t. There were many times that you could have included me in your life, but didn’t. I was your best kept secret; you shut me out and hid me out from your public life.
I opened my heart to you because I decided it was time to stop shutting everyone out. That’s okay. I needed to do that. It just made me remember how hard it is when you like someone a whole lot more than they like you.
You will be the one that will always give me goosebumps when and if you ever cross my path. I will never forget as you taught me to embrace how I deserve to be treated.