Yes, this is about YOU. You know who you are. Or maybe you don't. Either way, here we are, later down the road and you are constantly messaging me. I see your posts on Instagram and your statuses on Facebook claiming you want a sweet and funny girl. Well, that is me.
Well, not for you now, anyway. You were popular in our class and I could tell that I wasn’t. I would try to strike up a conversation because I never really did agree with the whole “popularity” concept. I would try small chitchat and you would give me small one word answers. To make it worse, you would say something annoying and rude just to get my other classmates to laugh. We have similar personalities. Well, we used to, anyway. The difference is you’re a douche bag and I’m a nice a person. So, I moved on. And the funny thing is, I was not even looking for a relationship per say. I just thought you would be a nice and funny guy to keep around. Now we are in college. We attend the same school but I never see you around much. If I do see you, I will smile but nothing more. That is if you even remember my name.
You started following me on Instagram and eventually, you messaged me on there. The classic “Hey! How are you?” “Good.” “Good. So, when are you going to come see me?”
I’m not… I’m really not.
I told you we don’t know each other and you said you never got the chance to know me. I told you we were in the same high school class. You said you were too nervous and shy to talk to me cause I was so pretty. You didn’t think I was pretty then. I’m sure you think I am now. I believe that. The truth is, I still think you’re cute. I do. I’ve grown up though and I have learned to only accept the best and never settle for less. I’m sorry all your friends left you but I’m not here to fill that gap. I could have been but the door is closed. No, I don’t want to come over and hang out. What would I say? What would you say? I’ve seen your life from statues and posts and I can guarantee you you’re better than that.
I'll say this as a goodbye: I wish you the best, I really do. I’m sorry you didn’t appreciate me in high school but just because you think I’m pretty and cool now doesn’t mean I’m coming back because you have no one else. Truth is, I’ve always been cool and pretty and “down to earth.” You just didn’t stick around to see it.
