I know you’re never going to read this. And you’re never going to understand. But I miss you for all of the wrong reasons. I miss you because I feel like if I were to have you again I might feel like I was enough for someone. I miss you because I can’t stand the fact that I was that easy for you to let go. I miss you because I know you don’t miss me.
Am I really so bad? No. And I know that. I don’t show any jealousy when I feel it, I don’t drink, I don’t smoke, I don’t cheat, I’m not dramatic, I’m not anything really. And maybe that’s why I’m so easy to let go of. I’m average.
But thank you for breaking me to the point where I felt it necessary to start over; to get a new outlook on things.
I know you’ll regret pushing me away. Everyone does. Because I care too much. But I refuse to take someone back who takes me for granted. And I can’t wait until you ask for me back so I can shut you down and you have to feel what I’m feeling.
But you’ll never know any of this. Because you’re never going to read this.