"State the obvious, I didn't get my perfect fantasy. I realized you loved yourself more than you could ever love me."
Dear Stranger,
I'm not gonna lie, I miss you. I think about you more often than I should, some days more than others. Some days it hits me for a few seconds, and other days thoughts of you follow me around constantly. Looking back on things just makes me more and more confused. Everything was good, or, at least, it seemed that way to me. I was completely and totally happy, until the day you disappeared. It was out of nowhere, no more texts or calls or snapchats, anything. You disappeared and left without any explanation, leaving me nothing short of confused. I waited for you for a week. A week of constantly checking my phone, not being able to sleep, all because I was too concerned about you... way more than I ever should've been.
Finally, you gave me an explanation. Or what you thought was an explanation. You said you were a "pride and confidence kind of guy," someone who "didn't get involved romantically," and someone who "never cared about girls or drama." And just like that, you were gone.
Now don't get me wrong, I had my self-pity time to watch romantic movies and eat more junk food than I should when I realized I shouldn't be mad or feeling sad for myself. I should thank you. Thank you for stringing me along (knowing you wanted something different) the entire time. Thank you for making me believe that there was a future for us. Thank you for making me believe that you weren't just another one of the guys that your friends turned out to be. Thank you for teaching me to raise my standards.
Because of you, I won't trust as easily, get my hopes up as quickly or get attached as seriously. Thank you for making me guard my heart a little more. Thank you for making me realize that I deserved better than your oh-so-perfect lines and mysterious smirk that you always gave at the perfect time.
Thank you for teaching me that a "pride and confidence kind of guy" will never be worth it.
With Love,
Summer '15




















