I read your post on here. It’s easy to find traces of you, when our mutual friends have our best interest. The letter you wrote, was of unrequited love. Years have passed and you spoke of time, promises and how I moved on to not quite caring. On the contrary, I moved on to not fighting, because harbored are still remnants of resentment. Words and worlds were never spoken, because it would be misconstrued by your mind. The mind blinded by love, and scarred by the past. Who you thought I was, and who I actually was, are two different beings. And as I grew, changed and adapted to my surroundings, it was hard for you to accept who I was becoming. At least, fight after fight, you took two steps back and said, you wanted nothing to do with me. And I shamelessly agreed, hoping that in time that you would learn to live in a world without me. But in that span, anger grew, because nothing turned out the way I planned. You’re still waiting for me to come around, and I’m just waiting for you to give up. So I am together with another man, happy, but not quite, & there’s one thing I never in my right mind would tell you, I am still looking for the companion who would treat me as well as you treated me. But as sad as it is, that one person I am looking for is not you.
(anonymous)
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