that’s the thing.
i haven’t cried over you in months.
i haven’t been sad over you in months.
i have been over you for months.
and, i now know that i will never be sad over you at all.
but, two days ago when you said,
“i regret talking you out of killing yourself that one night.”
it hit me.
you really never did change.
we started out hating eachother, and i guess, since your pride means more to you than anything, you’re going to end this hating me.
but, when you said those few words, i did cry.
i will confidently admit to that.
not because you specifically hurt me.
but because hearing those words from someone, anyone at all, hurt me.
you knew how hard that would hit me, yet you basically told me that you wished i was dead.
so, yes, i did let a few tears slip out.
but, the next day, the most incredible thing happened.
the boy that i previously was writing about, asked me to the winter dance.
the boy that helped me get over you.
the boy who helped me feel happy again.
and now, i hope you see the twinkle in my eyes when i smile.
that twinkle that you stole from me.
i hope that it breaks you apart to see me in a good relationship.
the kind that we never had.
i hope you know that your plan to tear me apart, failed.
he picked my heart off the ground, pieced it together so very carefully, and when he tried to give it back to me,
i let him have it instead.
because, unlike you, he actually deserves it.