To the weirdo

Vancouver WA

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I know that it was never meant to go this far. I know that deep down, whatever it was that you wanted, you thought that you had the best intentions. I know you have a good heart. But you have to think, for one second, how someone else feels. How I feel. Because you were more than just a one night stand. You were more than just a causal fling, you were more than just a goodbye. I wanted to be with you and I don’t put that lightly. I was doing just fine all by myself until you came along and made me think that maybe, two is better than one. Even though I know this doesn’t mean anything now, I just want you to know that it’s okay. I forgive you. I forgive you for saying you would stay and then leaving. I forgive you for letting me into your life, and then pushing me away all in one breath. I forgive you for turning a light on, reigniting a flame, and then moving on just as quickly as you came. For all these things and more, I forgive you. I don’t want to hate you anymore, because it never lasted as long as I would have hoped. I don’t want to blame you anymore, because you can’t even see what you’ve done, so what’s the point? I hope that one day, in the distant future when you have been burned in the same ways that ou burned me, you’ll think of me. And remember how much I wanted to be for you. And you’ll smile because at least you had the chance. And even though you blew it, I hope that I taught you what it feels like to really be loved. Because that what you gave to me. I don’t want to wait for you anymore. It would only break my heart more. I’m old enough now to know that most people, try as they might, never really change for the better. And I’m worth more than days and nights spent hoping that you’ll call and come back home. I used to think that you were this perfect person, that by some magic, you were sent to me to make my life better. But you weren’t. You were just another stepping stone, another lesson to be learned, another bridge to be burned. I don’t feel sorry for you anymore, like I used to. And most importantly, I have learned that sometimes, the hardest kind of love to let go of, is the kind that never really got started. So I wish you all the best, really I do. I don’t want my heart to hurt like this anymore, this dull aching that you and only you caused but you can’t own up to that. You’re not sorry. But I forgive you anyway. M