It’s not even recent…hell it’s over a year old but I think it was one of the most hurtful things that happened to me.
The one who broke my heart. You couldn’t wait one more week to do it to my face, after two years I was only worth a phone call? I told myself we’d back together, I told myself everything would work out and that you just needed time to see that. I was willing to get on a train and come out to see you, I invited you to come and celebrate my 18th birthday and none of it ever happened. Our constantly in communication quickly turned into weekly updates, to biweekly, to monthly. I felt like a big part of me was missing when you left me. I felt like I was never going to know what it was like to stand on my own two feet again. I had a feeling happiness would never really ‘be there’ anymore, what was I suppose to do when two years of my life just upped and left?
It’s over a year later. I realize now that you did what you had to do – it wasn’t going to work out and I’m not even upset about it anymore. We’re not really friends anymore, I don’t even know you anymore and that makes me kind of sad, but I hope that you’ve found happiness, maybe another girl. I know I found something here that’s better for me, he’s a really amazing guy and I think you’d like him. You seemed like such a big part of my life and of my heart – but really I owe you a thank you for helping me become the person I am today. It was a good run sir – thanks for the two years and when I look back on them I’ll smile.