Too Late
Too late.. Remember how I told you I didn't want to leave, because I knew you'd realize it when it was too late. Guess what..? It's too late. There was no reason to let me go. There was no reason for you to not be here by Thanksgiving weekend. There is no reason in the world you couldn't take time off work to be here. People take time off for stupider reasons. Priorities is a word I'm sure you've come to hate, but even by its own definition, it's an important word.
Priority:
1. the state or quality of being earlier in time, occurrence, etc.
2. the right to precede others in order, rank, privilege, etc.; precedence.
3. the right to take precedence in obtaining certain supplies, services, facilities, etc., esp. during a shortage.
4. something given special attention.
-adjective
5. highest or higher in importance, rank, privilege, etc.: a priority task.
I don't feel like I'm anywhere in your top priorities. We had an awesome, amazing relationship. We were best friends, which to me is the most important part in a relationship, communication, trust, constancy, love, devotion, self-sacrifice, all of those are important to me.
You know that I'm ready to be done, you know that I think that you are doing a "last ditch effort". That scares the shit out of you, you know you fucked up. You know we were good together.
Fly here, get married over a weekend, oh, can we??!!??!! That's how I always imagined it!! You, being afraid of losing me, taking sacred vows and using them to hold me. Ain't no way! I wanted very much to marry you. I wanted to be your wife, love, cherish, hold you. But, I wanted you to be my husband, my supporter, my love, the one who would do anything for me, including self-sacrifice.
This apartment stuff?? It was supposed to be a couple thing, it was supposed to be fun. It was supposed to be "a step". Its turned into a chore, an aruguement, a race against time.
I want to be special. I want to be the most important thing. I want whoever I'm with to feel the same way about me that I do about them. And I deserve all of that.
I can't think of a thing you can do to make things right. You should have been here Thanksgiving weekend. You should have known I was important to you enough to not let me leave in the first place.
Should've, would've, could've...
Too late.
I'm over it. I'm done.
Priority:
1. the state or quality of being earlier in time, occurrence, etc.
2. the right to precede others in order, rank, privilege, etc.; precedence.
3. the right to take precedence in obtaining certain supplies, services, facilities, etc., esp. during a shortage.
4. something given special attention.
-adjective
5. highest or higher in importance, rank, privilege, etc.: a priority task.
I don't feel like I'm anywhere in your top priorities. We had an awesome, amazing relationship. We were best friends, which to me is the most important part in a relationship, communication, trust, constancy, love, devotion, self-sacrifice, all of those are important to me.
You know that I'm ready to be done, you know that I think that you are doing a "last ditch effort". That scares the shit out of you, you know you fucked up. You know we were good together.
Fly here, get married over a weekend, oh, can we??!!??!! That's how I always imagined it!! You, being afraid of losing me, taking sacred vows and using them to hold me. Ain't no way! I wanted very much to marry you. I wanted to be your wife, love, cherish, hold you. But, I wanted you to be my husband, my supporter, my love, the one who would do anything for me, including self-sacrifice.
This apartment stuff?? It was supposed to be a couple thing, it was supposed to be fun. It was supposed to be "a step". Its turned into a chore, an aruguement, a race against time.
I want to be special. I want to be the most important thing. I want whoever I'm with to feel the same way about me that I do about them. And I deserve all of that.
I can't think of a thing you can do to make things right. You should have been here Thanksgiving weekend. You should have known I was important to you enough to not let me leave in the first place.
Should've, would've, could've...
Too late.
I'm over it. I'm done.