"You put out."
"I heard you bang my roommate while I was next door."
"You confuse me."
He left me there on that park bench more than an hour ago and all I did was sit silently, thinking over and over again what he said to me. A lump in my throat grasping to come out and the cold crisp, autumn wind stinging my eyes.
How could he say those things to me? I always wondered how he really felt about me, but after that conversation, it really solidified my worst thoughts. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes, I guess.
Deep down I knew we weren't ever meant to be. He was my biggest mistake. But did I regret him? Would I change it if I could go back? Honestly, I don't know. But one thing I know for sure is, I need to close the book on this chapter.
At this point, it was a long 12-year ride. A journey that just kept going with no end in sight. But there needed to be an ending. There needed to be a stop. We both needed to stop.
I have always wanted to just say good bye, many times I've started this letter, but many times I have stopped. Many times I think - how would he react? Would he just leave me on read. Would he pour his heart out as well. Would he laugh and move on to the next girl he can play?
Well, I guess enough is enough. Here it is. My message in a bottle.
