I should have given you up long before I did. I really thought you would change your mind though, see I’m one of those weird monogamous people, who want kids and growing old and god forbid, marriage. I want these things. That’s the path I’ve always been called to, and apparently you never were. But you tried to make me believe that you could change too, silver and purple, you agreed would be our wedding colors. We talked about baby names once. You never really meant those things did you? two and a half years following the carrot on the stick. I’m not sure what kind of life you imagined for yourself, but apparently you planned on living it alone. Maybe we could have gotten back together, if that night had turned out any way other than it had, but it didn’t. And its been three months and i swear I’m moving on. Slowly. I’m seeing a guy who promises that he’s got the same kind of weirdness, and i believe him. And part of me loves him. But part of me loves you too. Still. Probably always. You were the first to make me believe i was lovable. the one who was there to show me what happiness looked like. But i’m learning again and I’ll get it someday.