Because of a text message
Hate me. Go ahead. Does that make you feel better? I hope so. I bet you replay that day at the coffee shop over and over again. You do, don't you? You smile to yourself for the first 200 times that it cycles through your head. Your smile fades when you remember that I said nothing the entire time. You always loved my eyes. How did they look that night? You took pride out of knowing exactly what I was feeling just by looking deep into them. Well come on. What did they say? You wanted them to be dark and angry. Like they would just scream "I FUCKING HATE YOU!!" They didn't though. I didn't walk away from that night hating you. What was your last statement? Oh yeah..
"She'll hurt you. She'll break you. Just like you did everyone else, and the best part is you'll walk away from the worst pain you've ever felt knowing that you deserved every bit of it."
I calmly stood up. Put on my coat. Thanked you for the coffee. And walked out of your life forever.
You text me the other day. I'm not going to reply. I never will.
Goodbye.
"She'll hurt you. She'll break you. Just like you did everyone else, and the best part is you'll walk away from the worst pain you've ever felt knowing that you deserved every bit of it."
I calmly stood up. Put on my coat. Thanked you for the coffee. And walked out of your life forever.
You text me the other day. I'm not going to reply. I never will.
Goodbye.