Dear D,
I get it, you are famous. I mean, not you, but your boyfriend. You just get some attention for being with him. You can say as much as you want that you do not care about it, but trust me: you will miss it if and when it all goes away.
You probably do not have time for someone like me. I am not popular, I do not go out every weekend, I do not drink and basically I have a life in the real world. Some of us do, you know. I will not waste any more of my lines with you, explaining how much better I am than you two in several aspects, but I will highlight one: I am not rude. Especially when someone wishes me happy birthday.
It would not have taken you 5 seconds to answer. A simple smiley would be more than enough for me. But you decided to ignore it. Fair enough, I guess I am not as important for you I though I was. As you are for me. The thing is, I have a big heart and I tend to expect the best of people.
There, another reason.
Dear M,
I have to be honest: I do not really care about you. Don't take it wrong, I barely know you. You are not actually in my life, and I am not sure if I want you to be.
So, when I wrote you, I was being nice. Just because, you know... It is nice to be nice to people. I was not expecting to meet you. Actually I was sure we would not meet. It was almost like a polite invite.
But you couldn't even be bothered to answer. Granted, it did not affect me so much. To be honest, you are actually here just for the statistics.
Dear J,
I know we don't know each other very much, and I know you are probably busy in your new life, but it did hurt me when you left. And not just because you are sexy, I actually liked to get to know you.
I was investing in you and you left, but I wanted to keep my investment because I want you in my life. I have been trying to keep in touch, to keep that bond, that connection that was interrupted by you going away.
You just ignored me up to the point that I had to make a scene. And I do not make any scenes. For anybody. I did it for you because I cared.
You broke my heart, but I am ok to move on. Just please, don't do it again.
Dear N,
I am also not very important for you, for whatever reason. Well guess what: neither are you for me.
Dear P,
I am angry with you the most. I keep telling myself that you are a nice guy, but it is getting difficult not to see you as an idiot. You are after my man right in front of my face, and I get it. He is amazing and it is impossible not to be in love with him.
I do have a big heart, and instead of hating you, I tried to see your good side. I tried to get you into my life and get me into yours. I am not him and I never will be, but I have something as well. Sometimes you show me that you can see that, but sometimes you just act like a jerk. And this bothers me.
Maybe you like to play with people, have them over your feet and drawn to you, just to then dismiss them. But you know what? I am not your wool ball. Furthermore, I am not a beta. I am an alfa, I am in charge and I am the strong one. Just like you allegedly are. And usually there's only space for one alfa.
We could make this work, if we both compromise. I am willing to, are you?
Just let me make this clear to you: I will not change who I am to please you. I am like this, and if you want to like me, you have to like me as it is.
If you don't, go fuck yourself and get your eyes off my man.
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