I got into an argument today.
With the first guy I started writing about? Yeah him.
I asked him why he ditched me, I asked him why he's back. I told him what he did to me.
And I ain't looking back.
"I never said I loved you," bitch I have screenshots.
Did you forget our 11:11 wish? Did you forget how you said you would kiss me? Did you forget about the stars?
To hear you say that you never said you loved me is a stab to the heart.
But I ain't looking back.
"You are like a little sister to me," bitch since when?
"I'm sorry that I hurt you I didn't mean to," yeah well you could have said at the time that you had started talking to somebody else, and that you didn't want to talk to me anymore. Not just leave me guessing for a month.
I had serious meltdowns during that month. The worst of them I didn't talk about to friends or anyone. I had to run out of several classes crying because I thought I had done something wrong. After three weeks I went "fuck it" and I lost my virginity. It was reckless, it was stupid, but at this point I was trying to rid my mind of you. Trying to get you out, trying to stop seeing those eyes of yours. Did it work? Actually, it did. I'm happier with who it was. But now you've wandered back as if nothing happened between us at all. As if those months on end of talking meant nothing to you.
I'm not going to go running to you because you've apologised and explained. Oh no, I will never let you forget that I'm "like a little sister" to you if you decide to change your mind and you are suddenly interested in me.
I'm happy with who I found, and I know you are going to kill me if you ever find out who it is.
But I don't care.
I ain't looking back.
