As prom season rolls around, unfortunately so do reminisces of you. And I honestly don't mind it. Do you know why? On the extremely rare occasion that I think of you that way, I'm thankful. Thankful for all the times we shared and all of the hell you raised. The hell you raised in tearing my heart bit to bit, and disintegrating my hope, all the while, somehow, I loved you? No. I didn't love you. How could I? Let's be honest, young people are often attracted to toxic things and people. I hope you read this. I hope someday you realize just how much you fucked me up. The slightest thought I ever had that it wouldn't work out, you jumped at it to leave. Why did you always want to leave, but beg me to stay when I wanted to leave? Except for the last time right? You didn't have time for me right? Well, I realize now that I don't have time for you, and really, I never did. You didn't deserve my time. I was never a priority, I was never the only one - I was never loved by you. So as prom season rolls around, I'll think of you, don't worry. But I'll also think about how much you made me hate myself, love, and you. And then I'll turn to my wonderful boyfriend and realize how beautiful he is, inside and out, and how lucky I am to have such a precious soul like him in my life.
Oh, and I see you defriended me,
I guess you beat me to the punch.
PS don't worry, this account is completely anonymous. Nobody follows me on here. However, it is an outlet, and one I will continue using.
Yours truly,
Emmy
xx
YOU ARE READING
Yet another to Andrew, whatta shocker.
RomanceJust short explosions of feelings throughout time, hopefully soon, they will stop and this will be marked as completed.