I hope you're happy.
You had me, then you lost me. Now you have her.
I'm not stupid. I know that you truly still aren't over me. Either that or you truly are just extremely desperate to have a significant other in your life.
These are the feelings that I'll never be able to say to you, nor to anyone else. Because I'm the bigger person. Because nothing is permanent in high school. I'm fucking sixteen. I'm not marrying you when I get out of school. I'm probably not going to marry anyone that I know at this point. You succeeded. You shot a bullet and you hit your target, my heart. I still care about you. I'm over the relationship, but I'm still grieving. I still think of all the good times that we had together, and I severely miss it. This isn't a fucking walk in the park for me. You know that, too. Sad part is, you can't take it like a man and just walk away. The more you linger, the more it hurts for the both of us. I know that both of you are just "dating" to get some sort of twisted payback on me and Maxx. Which is truly beyond pathetic and sad. I'm dating Maxx because I actually like him and care about him. You're jumping after the first girl whose name lights up on your phone. But I still care about you, and I'm scared that you're just going to get hurt. She's a female version of a tool. I guess that "bad karma" shit goes both ways for us. Look, I didn't date Maxx just to be a bitch. I've actually liked him for a while now and I need to try something new. I don't know what the real deal is between you and her, but I just want to pretend it's you fucking with my head. It's a lot easier than accepting that I'm not the subject of your affection anymore. You see, I miss you, I miss the good times I had with you, I miss the "you" I thought you were. But all that's over now and we both need to move on with our lives. I knew for once that I had to be the one to leave, otherwise we'd hurt each other a lot more and a lot longer. I never understood how my exes could just go and disappear and ignore my existence before, but now I realize that they did it so I could move on. We're sixteen, we have our whole lives ahead of us. Who cares what we do now? Nothing. Is. Permanent.
If you wait to do everything until you’re sure it’s right, you’ll probably never do much of anything.













