CIJS
I thought you were someone else. But I guess then my disappointment is my fault. For having expectations. Hard to argue with that. But it did seem like we were very close, like this was something special, something that I had dreamed of for a while.
But I suppose I was wrong. And that’s ok. Not the first and not the last. I guess I misjudged you, or rather was too naive to see your flawed side. And the second things got hard, you abandoned me.
I do still love you. And if you wanna talk, I can talk. But I’ll be keeping my distance because I know the kind of person you are. I don’t want to be discarded again. That hurt. And I need to protect myself. My well-being is more important than this stupid drive of mine to fix everyone and be everybody’s therapist and just bleed my heart out even if they dont ask for it.
It’s for sure. I’m not getting close to you again. I’m not letting you in, I’m not getting invested. The only thing up for debate is whether I should tell you all this or not. The decision I think is best is that I will, but only if you prompt it somehow, mention the topic. It would be beneficial for you to receive this kind of feedback, to understand the consequences of your actions.
But why should I care what’s beneficial to you if all you did was give up on me when I got a little sad?
Farewell, fair weather friend. I guess you won’t be the first time I got what I was looking for. That’s good actually, because having learnt all of this I’m going to make that time better. I deserve better than you.
I thought you were someone else. But I guess then my disappointment is my fault. For having expectations. Hard to argue with that. But it did seem like we were very close, like this was something special, something that I had dreamed of for a while.
But I suppose I was wrong. And that’s ok. Not the first and not the last. I guess I misjudged you, or rather was too naive to see your flawed side. And the second things got hard, you abandoned me.
I do still love you. And if you wanna talk, I can talk. But I’ll be keeping my distance because I know the kind of person you are. I don’t want to be discarded again. That hurt. And I need to protect myself. My well-being is more important than this stupid drive of mine to fix everyone and be everybody’s therapist and just bleed my heart out even if they dont ask for it.
It’s for sure. I’m not getting close to you again. I’m not letting you in, I’m not getting invested. The only thing up for debate is whether I should tell you all this or not. The decision I think is best is that I will, but only if you prompt it somehow, mention the topic. It would be beneficial for you to receive this kind of feedback, to understand the consequences of your actions.
But why should I care what’s beneficial to you if all you did was give up on me when I got a little sad?
Farewell, fair weather friend. I guess you won’t be the first time I got what I was looking for. That’s good actually, because having learnt all of this I’m going to make that time better. I deserve better than you.