To the person that proved me wrong,

At times I miss you. I crave the sight of your name flashing up on my phone. I long for the laughing fits, tickle fights, and movie marathons. I wished for the day that all this would be possible again. I miss the hope that we put into us.

I wondered if this was the second chance. The chance to be in each other's lives in any form. To beat the judgments that were placed and left lingering for so many years ago. The ability to be there with each other when others don't seem to understand, but this time seems to be the same as the first.

I thought you meant what you said when you didn't want to lose me again; to be out of each other lives again. I cared, worried, cried, supported, and believed again, but I guess that part is on me for thinking that this time wouldn't end like last time.

Caring for someone comes with painful ties that can be cut. The first tie gets cut from the times I was left waiting with no explanation. The second tie goes when the communication is only coming from my end. The third tie breaks off when I sacrificed my worth and respect as a human being in order to be in your life.

How many ties do you think I have left?

Sincerely pissed off.