I’ve had enough.
It wasn’t easy opening up to a man who is an emotional vault. I laid all my cards on the table and told you how I felt. You told me the distance was too big of an obstacle and you were right.
So I smartened up, buried my unrequited love for you and moved on to the possibility of someone else because you made it clear that you didn’t want me. And telling me to move on was the best advice I’ve ever had because I love and adore my sweet, incredible husband.
But now you’re realizing what you passed on, aren’t you? You’re starting to regret not making the effort, even though you know it would’ve been hard. You’re looking for the one and you’re recognizing that you might have already met her.
And in the meantime I get punished for it. I lose my “friend” because you messed up and now you can’t move on. You can use as many hurtful excuses as you want about why you’re distant but you and I both know it’s because you could’ve had what he has now and it bothers you. And you know what they say about those who doth protest too much.