Disappointment

It's taken me years to get over you. I'll admit that I've liked you for that long. At least, I'll admit it here, where I'm fairly certain you'll never find it. That's okay, probably better this way anyway. But all that aside, I doubt I'll ever actually tell you how I felt all that time, and especially not after the realization I've come to recently about you.

I've realized that liking you has been masochistic for me. I always knew I would never want to tell you how I felt, and I never liked you enough to have an actual, plausible hope that we would someday be together. No. I'm a realist, and I never hoped for something I knew would never happen.

But I'm almost thankful that you showed your true colors, who you really are. Becuase seeing you act so pathetically, so disgustingly eager to please someone else, has made it easy to realize you never deserved to be on the pedestal I'd had you on for so many years. So if I could, I would personally thank you. Because seeing you act in a way that showed how far you are willing to go to stay in someone's good graces made me lose a lot of the respect I have for you.

Surprisingly, this change of heart all came from a text. Imagine that. A single text that wholly and unconditionally changed my opinion of you. I wonder if you had been able to know my reaction to it beforehand if you would have second-guessed sending it. But then again, I think I know the answer to that; you wouldn't have. You sent that text to please someone else, and I've never been on the same level of importance to you as they have. I'm not even sure I mean anything at all to you.

But at least now I can say you don't mean anything to me either. You've set me free, and all without even realizing it.

Wow, if only you had known the kind of power you had before all this happened.

Too bad now it's gone. 

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