you know who you are in the suburbs

I believe I understand your motivations. It f’n hurts like hell (as you said it would), but I get it even though I didn’t deserve it. I just wish you could have handled it more maturely, but that’s simply how boys and men differ.

For what it’s worth, reconnecting was lovely, while it lasted. I shouldn’t have allowed it, though, just like you should never have pursued me. I guess that genie is long out of the bottle, eh?

Anyway, V-Day sucks this year because you are still on my mind although I am doing a good job moving on. I had to put a bunch of states between us for obvious reasons. But I sit here looking at the beautiful flowers my current flame sent and recalling how well he treated me this past weekend, how he consistently puts me first and shows up for ME and feel terrible because it’s still so hard to push you out of my mind. But I notice that he’s a king, not a joker.

You know I can never talk to you again after that stunt if I have any respect for myself at all, right?? Hope you are happy with the position you put me in, because you will have to live with it. Ghosts are dead, and I respect the dead and leave them in the cemetary where they belong. You threw away what was once a great friendship and a great romance, but you can’t reach me anymore. You’ve become someone I don’t recognize.

Thinking of you will always be bittersweet. But at least it will be in the past, where it belongs.