Where Do I Begin...

Anonymous

I don't know how to start this. I only know what I want to say, but I don't want my words and thoughts to be all over the place. Anything I say here, I will probably never say to you and that's just fine with me. As long as I get these thoughts out of my mind, that's all that matters.

I still think about you. Not as often as I used to, but still, you cross my mind frequently. I hardly feel anything when you cross my mind now, other than curiosity, disappointment, and slight resentment. Yeah, I may carry that resentment around with me forever, but just know that I'm not overwhelmed with anger or sadness anymore.

I hate the way you've treated me for the past couple years and even more, I hate that I let you treat me like that. Like I don't matter. Like my feelings don't matter. I let down my walls with you. I told you things and expressed feelings to you that I haven't expressed to most people. You were the first person in a long time, if not ever, that I actually saw myself being in a relationship with. Would it have worked out? In hindsight, most likely not. But believe me, I really hoped that it would.
I wanted you for so long and I thought you wanted me, too. Until I realized that you didn't want just me. Or even me at all. But even when you showed me how little I meant to you, I still wanted you. Even when you proved to me that you wanted other girls, I still wanted you. And I hoped you still wanted me, too. I wanted you to mean certain things that you said to me, but you didn't. And deep down, I think I knew that. How idiotic of me, right?

So, what it comes down to is this: You want a specific kind of girl and I don't fit the bill. I just can't give you what you're looking for and that's all right.
You deserve someone better suited for you and I deserve someone better suited for me. I hope someday, if you ever get over this idea that you can't be just friends with me because of our little history, that we can be friends. Because despite how you've treated me all this time, I still care about you and I believe we are/would be more compatible as friends. Nothing more.

I'm upset that things between us never progressed, but I still want you to find happiness, even if I can't give it to you. I want you to succeed and have good fortune and all that good shit. For real.

Well, I guess that's it.
~Goodbye, Stranger

Where Do I Begin...
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