goodbye can be good

There have been so many times where I’ve said that I wish I hadn’t met you, so that maybe neither of us would hurt the way we do. I couldn’t even count how many times I’ve said that if I tried. But that doesn’t matter. What matters is that I was wrong. Looking back, I’m so, so glad I met you. I’m glad for every word we’ve ever spoken. I’m saying this because even though you put me through a lot, you made me so much stronger because of that. And that’s something I could never thank you enough for. Yes, along the way I lost some self respect. I also settled for less than I deserve. But I picked myself up and got every piece of me back it feels like. I love that feeling so much I could never describe it. I’m not saying that I’m not hurt still, because I am. You’ve caused me to hate myself and you for such a long time. That didn’t feel good then and it doesn’t feel good now. But the malice is starting to slowly fade into something close to satisfaction. I’ll come out of this with a couple bruises, but they’ll fade. But you’re going to remember me forever, and you’re going to realize that you messed up when you treated me like a toy. I know that sounds conceited, but it’s really not. I was a good friend. I deserved to be treated like I was appreciated. So when we say goodbye, think of that.

[I can’t imagine how melodramatic this sounds. D: But oh well. It was how I was feeling, so I wrote it down. It probably sounds rather conceited as well. D: Anywho, thanks for reading. I‘m sorry for posting a lot lately. :\]
Posted on March 26th, 2009 at 03:42pm

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