To you,I will come straight to the point. I think you are a gutless bastard. You were so timid to tell me the truth that you'd didn't care if your actions and fake reasons cost me a couple of extremely painful months full of self loathing and doubt. That simply reflects the extent to which you really cared. I saddens me that in spite of knowing how much I appreciate upfront honesty, you did not have the balls to tell me that the real reason you were walking away was because you had finally gathered enough courage to ask her out after years of chickening out. It surely wasn't the first time that happened to me, but it surely was the first time I believed all that you promised, the first time that I actually loved someone so dearly.
Friends try to pacify me by telling me how it was all for the best and how I should let it go. I am very well aware that if you didn't walk away I wouldn't have met the person I am now with. It is quite comforting to know that he is way better than you in every possible aspect I could ever fathom. But, just because everything is wonderful now doesn't mean I should forgive you for the hell I've been through. I sincerely think you're a chapter in my life that doesn't even deserve to be hidden away deep down, you deserve to be burned. Somewhere while disposing those ashes might I realize that your words were as flaky as those ashes. I am bitter enough to not feel sympathetic for you having to quit a phase of your career. You became a quitter the day you quit on us, everything that follows will just manifest that characteristic.
And I wrote this here instead of an email is because I know you will see this. (Yes, that is how you avoid the guilt of being fickle by fakely convincing yourself you care.) And guess what, I knew right from the start that she was the real cause. Now it is simply confirmed. Don't ever expect me to forgive you. I have waited for two long years to say this. Since you lacked the balls for a honest upfront confrontation, I had to get closure via this blog post. So there.
Me.
Friends try to pacify me by telling me how it was all for the best and how I should let it go. I am very well aware that if you didn't walk away I wouldn't have met the person I am now with. It is quite comforting to know that he is way better than you in every possible aspect I could ever fathom. But, just because everything is wonderful now doesn't mean I should forgive you for the hell I've been through. I sincerely think you're a chapter in my life that doesn't even deserve to be hidden away deep down, you deserve to be burned. Somewhere while disposing those ashes might I realize that your words were as flaky as those ashes. I am bitter enough to not feel sympathetic for you having to quit a phase of your career. You became a quitter the day you quit on us, everything that follows will just manifest that characteristic.
And I wrote this here instead of an email is because I know you will see this. (Yes, that is how you avoid the guilt of being fickle by fakely convincing yourself you care.) And guess what, I knew right from the start that she was the real cause. Now it is simply confirmed. Don't ever expect me to forgive you. I have waited for two long years to say this. Since you lacked the balls for a honest upfront confrontation, I had to get closure via this blog post. So there.
Me.
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