We’ve all been there at least once. Everything is going great until that one day he doesn’t text/call/FaceTime back. I'm stuck there thinking “what did I do wrong? Was it something I did or something I said?” I start to wonder what’s wrong with me. Well, here’s the answer: absolutely nothing. It is NOT my fault. I was just a little too… something. Whether I was too smart or too funny or too nice or too perfect, I was just a little too… me. And there is absolutely 100 percent nothing wrong with that.
To the guy who cut me off, thank you. You taught me to not wait by the phone for your text. You opened my eyes to the world around me, spending time with my friends, learning new things, everything I couldn’t do while glued to my phone.
To the guy who cut me off, thank you. You taught me that technology is overrated anyway. There’s nothing quite like a face-to-face conversation. In the meantime, I enjoyed face-to-face conversations with my closest friends. I even made new friends along the way.
To the guy who cut me off, thank you. You helped me turn to my friends for help. You made me realize how much my friends actually care about me, and that’s a whole lot.
To the guy who cut me off, thank you. You made me a better person. You made me more sociable, more studious, more focused, and more involved. But you’ll never know, and that’s okay with me.
To the guy who cut me off, thank you. You made me realize you really weren’t the one for me. You made me realize that I was made for something better, something more. Nothing quite boosted my confidence than being rejected by you.
For whatever reason you left, it doesn’t really matter, does it? Something or someone else was more important to you. And that’s okay because I realized what’s more important in MY life too. Obviously, this wouldn’t have ended like this if it wasn’t meant to. So I’m okay with it. It’s all part of the plan.
So, to the guy who cut me off, thank you.
