So he says...
So he says he loves me, cherishes me, misses me more then any other. His voicemails linger on my phone unchecked, his texts go unresponded to. I finally call him back after months of not speaking to him, and he gives me the same tired line of how I'm the only one for him and no one else can ever measure up to me.
Fuck you.
Big whoopie, you love me *now*, you miss me *now*, you decide you want me when I move on completely. Your surprise was genuine, that I believe, it never occured to you that I'd drop the memory of you eventually?
I don't need you to realize who the hell I am, I don't need you to be the prince on a white horse sweeping in to save me from all my earthly troubles. I sure as hell don't need to wake up with you next to me in the morning, you were a bed hog and the snoring was incredibly irritating, it's why I kicked you out the second we finished fucking.
And yes my roommate knows I kicked you out, and yes he thinks it's hilarious.
Moving to open bribery to attempt getting me back is a miserable plan, I don't have a license so offering me a car is pointless. You want me to move in with you? That's nice, too bad I'd sooner peel my own skin off. I don't want a life with you anymore, can't you see that? The thought of spending day after day dealing with your idiotic stories, your ego inflated friends, your inability to realize when you're hurting people... the list goes on.
I tried to be gentle about it, figured you'd get the hint especially since we weren't really dating in the first place... we haven't been technically dating for YEARS but I'd always let you back into my life because I figured you'd want something more one day...
And now that you want it I can't run away fast enough.
I'm who I'm gonna be, there's little I can change about myself now it's too late in the game and I rather like how I've turned out thank you very much. Complaining that I've changed won't work very well because I haven't, I'm the same person I've always been you're just too damn stupid to realize it. I didn't suddenly change into someone who can't stand to be with you, I've realized that's who I've always been and you were one mistake among many.
I know your ego's smarting, I know you feel confused at my sudden refusal to welcome you willingly into my life and worship your manliness with every atom of my being, and I know your hurt because when push came to shove I was the one who made you feel something more.
Frankly...
I don't care.
Fuck you.
Big whoopie, you love me *now*, you miss me *now*, you decide you want me when I move on completely. Your surprise was genuine, that I believe, it never occured to you that I'd drop the memory of you eventually?
I don't need you to realize who the hell I am, I don't need you to be the prince on a white horse sweeping in to save me from all my earthly troubles. I sure as hell don't need to wake up with you next to me in the morning, you were a bed hog and the snoring was incredibly irritating, it's why I kicked you out the second we finished fucking.
And yes my roommate knows I kicked you out, and yes he thinks it's hilarious.
Moving to open bribery to attempt getting me back is a miserable plan, I don't have a license so offering me a car is pointless. You want me to move in with you? That's nice, too bad I'd sooner peel my own skin off. I don't want a life with you anymore, can't you see that? The thought of spending day after day dealing with your idiotic stories, your ego inflated friends, your inability to realize when you're hurting people... the list goes on.
I tried to be gentle about it, figured you'd get the hint especially since we weren't really dating in the first place... we haven't been technically dating for YEARS but I'd always let you back into my life because I figured you'd want something more one day...
And now that you want it I can't run away fast enough.
I'm who I'm gonna be, there's little I can change about myself now it's too late in the game and I rather like how I've turned out thank you very much. Complaining that I've changed won't work very well because I haven't, I'm the same person I've always been you're just too damn stupid to realize it. I didn't suddenly change into someone who can't stand to be with you, I've realized that's who I've always been and you were one mistake among many.
I know your ego's smarting, I know you feel confused at my sudden refusal to welcome you willingly into my life and worship your manliness with every atom of my being, and I know your hurt because when push came to shove I was the one who made you feel something more.
Frankly...
I don't care.