Dear --,
I don't know what to say. I wonder if you even read these anymore and a part of me hopes that you don't.
Why are you trying so hard to get into that part of my heart that you've personally destroyed? It's too late. Too late for anything.
All you are to me is someone that I care about: a really person who has done a lot for me in the past and taught me the taste of unrequited love.
I've moved on. I've had to. I was scared at first, but now my heart is attached to him and I doubt it'll ever let go.
So please stop saying all these things to me be it in person or in your blog. I love you as much as a any friend would and that's where I've drawn the line. Platonic. Though, on the topic of your recent post... I can't but to feel a twinge of hurt.
If you really felt that I was someone you could love then... why didn't you? Why did you fuck with my heart and play all those goddamned mindgames with me? You destroyed me. I screwed over a whole semester for you. I pushed away so many other guys because of you. You dragged me through so much shit. All those tears and sleepless nights that I drank away... You were the sole reason this stupid blog was created.
And now you have the balls to say that you "felt as if I was someone you could love?"
That's just another dagger to me. You don't hurt the people you love.
Never.
I really wish I could delve into your mind and figure out just what you're thinking so I know your reason behind these acts.
Why are you suddenly paying attention to me when I don'tneed want your attention anymore?
Why are you texting me when I don't want you to constantly bombard me with them?
Why do you miss me... when I don't miss you anymore?
Why do you say you love me when I don't... not anymore?
It's too late. It's too fucking late to fix the past. Why can't we all just move on and find that happiness that we all seek. Why can't we do that? I've worked hard and cried so many tears in order to move on and gutted you from my heart.
Why are you doing this to me now? Why. Suddenly you think it's all fine to barge into my life like everything's like what it used to be... when in reality, nothing's like before.
Nothing at all. You're living in a memory. The memory of what was... and nothing more.
For now, I'm merely humoring you because I don't have the heart to inflict the pain that you've inflicted on me.
I... don't know.
-ht.
I don't know what to say. I wonder if you even read these anymore and a part of me hopes that you don't.
Why are you trying so hard to get into that part of my heart that you've personally destroyed? It's too late. Too late for anything.
All you are to me is someone that I care about: a really person who has done a lot for me in the past and taught me the taste of unrequited love.
I've moved on. I've had to. I was scared at first, but now my heart is attached to him and I doubt it'll ever let go.
So please stop saying all these things to me be it in person or in your blog. I love you as much as a any friend would and that's where I've drawn the line. Platonic. Though, on the topic of your recent post... I can't but to feel a twinge of hurt.
If you really felt that I was someone you could love then... why didn't you? Why did you fuck with my heart and play all those goddamned mindgames with me? You destroyed me. I screwed over a whole semester for you. I pushed away so many other guys because of you. You dragged me through so much shit. All those tears and sleepless nights that I drank away... You were the sole reason this stupid blog was created.
And now you have the balls to say that you "felt as if I was someone you could love?"
That's just another dagger to me. You don't hurt the people you love.
Never.
I really wish I could delve into your mind and figure out just what you're thinking so I know your reason behind these acts.
Why are you suddenly paying attention to me when I don't
Why are you texting me when I don't want you to constantly bombard me with them?
Why do you miss me... when I don't miss you anymore?
Why do you say you love me when I don't... not anymore?
It's too late. It's too fucking late to fix the past. Why can't we all just move on and find that happiness that we all seek. Why can't we do that? I've worked hard and cried so many tears in order to move on and gutted you from my heart.
Why are you doing this to me now? Why. Suddenly you think it's all fine to barge into my life like everything's like what it used to be... when in reality, nothing's like before.
Nothing at all. You're living in a memory. The memory of what was... and nothing more.
For now, I'm merely humoring you because I don't have the heart to inflict the pain that you've inflicted on me.
I... don't know.
-ht.
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