No Regrets
You thought I'd be waiting for you.
You were so wrong. Wonder how you felt when you found out I'd blocked your e-mail address and deleted your number from my phone? Well, that's what happens when you're *over someone*.
I'm sorry if that *fucked you up*. It must've been hard for you having two girls in love with you. I remember telling you that before, in the midst of it, and you pretended you hated it.
I always knew you were a conceited bastard. At the time, I loved you for those flaws. I accepted them all as part of you, as one does when infatuated by someone. Now, I look back and laugh.
I smile when I remember the slip-ups you made, your crazed words, your crocodile tears. Maybe they weren't fake, perhaps they were just brought on by your psychosis.
I don't care anymore. Some might say, "Well, you care enough to write about it on LIAC".
Yes. But only because I'd love for you to know how well I recovered. That I've actually come out the other side and have no inkling whatsoever of 'what might have been'.
If only I'd known that then, and hadn't made promises to love you forever which I can no longer keep.
You were so wrong. Wonder how you felt when you found out I'd blocked your e-mail address and deleted your number from my phone? Well, that's what happens when you're *over someone*.
I'm sorry if that *fucked you up*. It must've been hard for you having two girls in love with you. I remember telling you that before, in the midst of it, and you pretended you hated it.
I always knew you were a conceited bastard. At the time, I loved you for those flaws. I accepted them all as part of you, as one does when infatuated by someone. Now, I look back and laugh.
I smile when I remember the slip-ups you made, your crazed words, your crocodile tears. Maybe they weren't fake, perhaps they were just brought on by your psychosis.
I don't care anymore. Some might say, "Well, you care enough to write about it on LIAC".
Yes. But only because I'd love for you to know how well I recovered. That I've actually come out the other side and have no inkling whatsoever of 'what might have been'.
If only I'd known that then, and hadn't made promises to love you forever which I can no longer keep.
posted by A Girl Like Me | 1:19 am
amen to that. exactly what i was thinking. except i don't write about that person, because to me he's not worth it.
Good on you!
However, due to my current state of 'no-fuck-ups' (long may it survive), I have to look to the past in order to remain focussed on Love being a Cunt.
The concept cannot be dismissed!