Our story was weird wasn’t it? I used to think of it in a positive manner but the good parts have begun to fade. I don’t know if you took for granted that I’d always be there, if you’ve changed into an insensitive person, or just in denial.
You wanted me and then you pushed me away. When I said no more you tried once more but lied about your motives. I got upset and you treated me like I was the one confusing you. I don’t play games and was disappointed in what transpired. I want you to know I didn’t displace anything on you. It had everything to do with us.
I recall the last conversation we had where you seemed like yourself. You apologized in this desperate way; almost like you knew this other (bad)side of you was going to come out and you were running out of time. Ever since you were really erratic. Your behavior affected me until I became erratic myself. I shouldn’t have become so reactionary. It only gave you more excuses.
Somewhere inside you know the truth. And if you don’t yet you will. I know at least that much of you hasn’t changed. I’m sorry things didn’t work out to where we could still be contact, but I needed to let myself be happy. It all just became too much; a really bad feeling that was all too familiar and dark.
What happened to you? I hope you remember some of the important things we talked about. I hope you learn from them as I continue to do so as well. Keep fighting for yourself. But pick your battles carefully and remember not to take for granted the people who care. That’s all that really matters you know. Not who has the “power”, who was right or wrong, or the stupid things fear/anger/confusion “makes” us do.