It was just a matter of time before we ended. I go through this a lot but I promise you, it is not me. I wanted to believe you would be around for a lot longer than we lasted but I saw the signs early on. You work fifty plus hours in a week and seem to be only focused on work. Let me make this clear though, I have much respect your ten hours days because I do believe they will pay off. Yet, I knew that I could nots compete with your job, house, and friends. Believe me when I say that I never wanted too. It is just those late night conversations, around eleven pm, is what I would look forward too. I may not have a fancy corporate job with a foreign car or make fancy cocktails with friends but between all the changes going on in mine, it was nice not to just see you and relax. Ignore my feelings, I try my hardest to stay out of my feelings but I always fail. I am sap. Oh but do not worry. You will not hear from me again. If you read my last post, I have already begun the healing process because I knew this day was coming. I deleted your number and any way to contact you. This time I was smart enough not to follow you on Instagram. Thank Goodness! With that being said, let me tell you the perks of not being with you.
No more sitting pretty waiting for one of your text messages. I was accumulating bags under my eyes playing around with you boy. I can finally be alone and have a dry phone. Prior to you, I was on a mission to be all alone in my life until you interrupted the party with your loud attire. Secondly, no more trying to come see you because I was definitely getting the vibe that your desire to see me was not as strong as mine was to see you. On the flip side, I will not be so selfish in this article, you do not have to worry about me. You swear on your mother’s grave that I am talking about you in my articles and one hundred times out of twelve, I most likely am speaking on you. This does not mean you need to take my articles to heart, it just means you are in my mind as I am typing them. Like I said, I will not attempt to see you or ask for you to read one of my fabulous articles because I know if I did not send you the link you would not have been interested to read them anyway.
In a week, you will be another memory. It was fun while it lasted but me and you were just not meant to be and that is ok. Again, let me be honest. I am hurt. Yes, I would like this to continue. Yes, I went through your stuff meaning I looked around your house, nothing more or less. I looked through your belongings meaning I noticed the books you were reading or have read and realized you had an extra closet downstairs. We will not speak soon and I am not ready to see you soon.
