Where did that come from?

Posted 28th December 2012 210

After almost six months of having a good relationship, I find it pretty hard to believe that your feelings could change that damn fast. You went directly from being over the top in love with me, with all your “I don’t know how I’d live without you” shit and your fake declarations that you were going to ” be around for a while” and an awful lot clinging, plastic phrases that I always put up with, always was okay to hear, because I fucking loved you. I did everything I could for you. I gave you so much damn respect. I treated you like a lady, like a queen. My friends didn’t understand why I didn’t do all the shit that couples are apparently supposed to do nowadays. God knows I gave you no damn reason to change your feelings, with all the respect and appreciation and lovevand everything else I gave you. It was usually me who drove to see you, me who gave up time with my friends, with my family, me who didn’t care about that because I got to see you, a beautiful girl who I THOUGHT legitimately felt the same about me.

But as it turns out, you didn’t. Maybe you meant all that shit at the time, I don’t know. Maybe you didn’t realize when you said it that you’d be throwing it all away soon after. I don’t know, but I do know that you turned out to be fake as all hell. After days of not returning any of my messages out of nowhere, you finally deigned to speak to me, only to dump me. Somewhere in those couple of days I went from someone you “couldn’t live without” to someone you were ” just going through the motions with.” Well either you came to that conclusion with blinding fucking speed and no opportunity for me to do shit about it, or you had been “going through the motions” for a while, feeding me a lot of bullshit lines that I guess you thought I wanted to hear even though they obviously had no meaning to you. Great girl, either way.

And then you thought it would be best to end it by texting me for the first time in days, after ignoring me, and saying a lot more bullshit. “Thanks for the great relationship, I really did enjoy it.” What the hell does that mean? If it was a great relationship and you really enjoyed it, then how did that somehow change in the course of two fucking days? “I really am sorry.” Please. If you were sorry about it, you wouldn’t be doing it, would you? No. If it really meant anything to you, you’d sure as hell have given it more that forty-eight fucking hours to improve.

Well, so long. Good luck with life. Maybe one day you’ll actually have real feelings for someone instead of playacting for months and months, but that someone wasn’t me. Goodbye.