We met yesterday. You were late as you always were. You were late, after you promised so many times. You couldn't keep your word. So, I did.
I said goodbye as I promised. I felt like you didn't care. Like I didn't matter. I felt that if I gave in one more time, who would I be. You begged, pleaded, cried. But how could it matter when I couldn't even look at you?
You said sorry, you said you'd change. I'd heard it all before. How could I trust you now as I did before. How could I trust you now, when all I could see was a small child whimpering. Was I that mad? Am I that cold?
In that moment, on that day I could only see all that you weren't. Now I see all that you were to me. All that you are. And I will say that here, where you will probably never see it. But I will say it all the same.
You are funny, smart (probably the smartest person I know), kind, caring, impulsive, uninhibited, charming, a great texter and talker. With you I felt like I could say anything, be anything and you'd still be there. I loved how you felt safe enough to tell all your stories to (however long they were). I loved how you worried about me, and how you never expected more than I could give. You understood my commitments and priorities and never took them personally as me not caring for you. You are the smartest persons in most rooms, and with you I didn't feel like such a know it all. With you I felt safe.
I told you all(almost), I showed you my baggage and you didn't run. Anyone else would have.
Yesterday, I gave up; you pleaded, begged, tried to explain, but I had an argument for everything. I won the fight but lost the war.
You broke my heart, just by being late. Silly, isn't it. To lose something so precious over something so lame. You broke my heart all the same. So I went back and crushed yours too.
Now I will never get you back. The way I reacted can never be forgotten.
But I need you now. More than ever.
Just forget yesterday.
Please?
I said goodbye as I promised. I felt like you didn't care. Like I didn't matter. I felt that if I gave in one more time, who would I be. You begged, pleaded, cried. But how could it matter when I couldn't even look at you?
You said sorry, you said you'd change. I'd heard it all before. How could I trust you now as I did before. How could I trust you now, when all I could see was a small child whimpering. Was I that mad? Am I that cold?
In that moment, on that day I could only see all that you weren't. Now I see all that you were to me. All that you are. And I will say that here, where you will probably never see it. But I will say it all the same.
You are funny, smart (probably the smartest person I know), kind, caring, impulsive, uninhibited, charming, a great texter and talker. With you I felt like I could say anything, be anything and you'd still be there. I loved how you felt safe enough to tell all your stories to (however long they were). I loved how you worried about me, and how you never expected more than I could give. You understood my commitments and priorities and never took them personally as me not caring for you. You are the smartest persons in most rooms, and with you I didn't feel like such a know it all. With you I felt safe.
I told you all(almost), I showed you my baggage and you didn't run. Anyone else would have.
Yesterday, I gave up; you pleaded, begged, tried to explain, but I had an argument for everything. I won the fight but lost the war.
You broke my heart, just by being late. Silly, isn't it. To lose something so precious over something so lame. You broke my heart all the same. So I went back and crushed yours too.
Now I will never get you back. The way I reacted can never be forgotten.
But I need you now. More than ever.
Just forget yesterday.
Please?
