Dear you,
It's been a year, hasn't it? A year since you played with not one, not two, but three hearts. And until this day, I think about how incredibly stupid I have been for letting you turn me into one of your toys. It's been a year since I fell for your stupid charms that shouldn't have worked on me but it did. And I still curse myself for letting my guard down and let you in.
I remember the pain. Oh yes, I remember the pain of you suddenly giving me the cold shoulder as if I did something wrong. And for a while, I did think that I did something wrong. That maybe I was far too attached. That maybe I wasn't the open book that you "expected me to be". I went as far as thinking that maybe I should change because there was something wrong with me. I have the tendency to overthink things and this is what led me to that conclusion.
But the people around me were quick to shoot it down. Because this was exactly the kind of relationship I was going against. They were surprised at me that I actually went into this kind of hellhole because they know this is what I hated the most. And they said I must have seen something in you that made me believe otherwise and took the risk. But that's what life is, isn't it? It's about taking risks. And I did. Sadly, the risk I took didn't do me any good. I didn't cry, thankfully. I was just incredibly curious. That may be the reason why I'm so quick to shoot you down then: you weren't important enough for me to cry over.
I have to thank you for some things though. You taught me that just because people look nice doesn't necessarily mean they are. I mean look at you! You smiled a lot. You were friendly too. And kind. But underneath all that, you were a harsh player and I played this game with you. You won the first round, I'd have to give you that. You played your pieces right and I fell right into the trap. But I'm a girl who likes revenge, you see. And I'm pretty sure you knew that because you kept shoving your new relationship status to my throat. But the thing is, I have the best revenge plots. How's your new life treating you then? I heard you have zero friends now. Guess they heard about what you said about them behind your back. Don't worry, no one likes you too.
Oh! Thanks for the memories (cue FOB's "Thnks Fr Th Mmrs"). Dude, I had so much fun in our outings. Plus I did appreciate your covers, just so I could be motivated again. You also were my anchor when I was ready to give up. But hey, I guess you didn't remember much of that. I mean judging by your passive-aggressive posts on Twitter and Facebook (that you're still doing today, but to other people), you just chose to forget everything else. Huh. Fascinating. For someone who tells other people to grow up, you sure as hell are doing a great job at it.
Also, don't think you can pull off a Lucien Carr a la Kill Your Darlings (2013). Dude, that's just ridiculous. You are nowhere near Lucien Carr (or any of the Beat Generation. Or any writer for that matter!) and I am offended that you think so.
Well. Until we see each other again, I guess. I hope I'm not as annoyed at you as I am now. Keyword being annoyed. You should've seen me in the first two months this thing happened. I was downright furious and so ready to burn you to the ground. But, I'm over it. I got my revenge, didn't I? Now I'm just annoyed. I still don't want to see you though.
Sincerely not yours,
me
P.S. Hope your girlfriend grows up too and stops sending me messages. It's childish and disgusting. Ew, okay? You're not Leonardo Dicaprio for me to sob hysterically over. And for Spiderman's sake, it's been a year. Get over it.
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