You don’t think I’m just as fucked up as you are in all this. I’m broken. I’m torn. Hell, I’m drinking BY MYSELF. I’m downstairs–lights off, alcohol flowing, tears held back–with the thoughts running through my head.
I’m sorry I wasn’t your soul mate. Wait, I’m sorry I didn’t feel as if I was your soul mate. You are/were a big part of my life. I hope at some point in time you will continue to be. However if all this is going to be is, “I’m the best fuckin thing for you”, “you’ll regret this later (like you always do)” bull shit. Then what’s the point? I was there. I gave it my all each and every day. I’m tired. I’m exhausted. I’m emotionally drained.
I put so much time and effort into you. I put so much of myself into you. There’s not a moment I regret, but there’s not a moment I can continue.
I can continue to say “I’m sorry”, but what good is it? I’ll see you tomorrow, and it’ll be awkward. I’ll wish you the best in life, and you’ll sit there scoffing and huffing and puffing saying that everything I told you was a lie. IT WASN’T. Don’t sit there and tell me what I felt. I know what I felt. I felt love. I just didn’t feel in-love.
total difference.
