You ran.....

Jul 28, 2002 06:45

I don't understand many things in life but I do pride myself on knowing what men want. I survive by playing the role that men want. Do ya want a playful but seemingly innocent girl? I can do that! Do ya want the little slut that you can share with your friends and your father? I can do that too! I never knew what you wanted so I tried playing the role of myself or at least what I though was myself. You seemed to love it. You saw a little bit of every role I had ever played before. I fucked you and your friends. I stayed up past 4 a.m. with you talking. I did the cute, innocent girl who always wanted candy (especially chocolate). I was the controlling temptress that tried to get you to do things in the drive-in theatre. You loved all of it. I even started the play the melodramatic girl who thinks she's pregnant every month or two. You ran. You ran fast and hard. I don't let people get close to me because it hurts. Maybe that is why I pulled out the melodrama card. I wanted to push you away and hurt you by never speaking to you again. The only problem was that I still wanted you badly. I really wanted to have you around because you loved me. You saw though most of the bullshit. You didn't care what I did because you knew that you couldn't stop me from living my life. You saw that I had different "kisses" for different moods. No one ever saw that. No one ever tried to make me feel okay with myself before I met you. You saw me cry the first night you met me. You saw my most vulnerable side right when you met me. You also didn't run when everyone else probably would have. You made me feel different.

You ran. You hurt me and I didn't even let myself believe that until I was seemingly content in a new relationship. You made me feel happy. Truly happy. YOU FUCKING RAN!!!

I don't think you quite understand that I would've waited the whole summer to get you back. I never truly waited for anyone. I'm no good at being alone. I would've waited years for you. You ran. I felt so betrayed when you didn't call or come back. Even more so when I heard what you had said. I don't even think I need to say what you did again.

I love you. I truly do. It got to hard for me too. You aren't the only one to blame. I just though you should know my side of this and what I feel about it all.

You ran.

chad

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