I know you have been stringing me along, saying cute things, doing nice things, for me, trying to get me to fall in love with you because you like me as an option. You like how a “nice” girl like me is interested in you even though you don’t like me enough to commit. It makes you feel good about yourself, probably because you need an ego boost because things are still messed up with your ex girlfriend even though somehow she is still in the picture. Ever heard of moving the hell on?
Guess what- I am not an option. I will never be an option, or a back up plan, or an ego booster. I am nice because I have a heart of gold, doesn’t mean you can walk all over me. It is my fault for being so naïve, but I bet it felt great to have someone believe in you for once at the expense of my own happiness. For the record, if you were not only using me to make yourself feel good but were also trying to get into my pants, you are dumber that I thought.
This is what will happen in the future. I will meet someone, and he will receive all my love. I will support him to my best ability emotionally, his happiness will be a priority to me and we will walk through life together side by side, knowing that although we have interests outside each other, being together makes us happier than being apart. But that guy will never be you, and you won’t find anyone who would do that for you, because you are broken and are attracted to brokenness. You have not broken and will never break me.
You may not know it yet- but I’m the one who got away.