Two definitely isn’t better than one.
Today you texted me. After a year of no longer being in each others lives. After an unnecessary amount of bullshit. You said you heard some not so good things that were going on with me, and wanted to make sure I was alright. I don’t even know what you were talking about. And then after a couple of hours later, I start to think. Why are you concerned about me now? Why weren’t you concerned about me when I desperately needed you? I was practically begging you to help me; to talk to me. But you refused. I look back and think to myself, I was so young and I realize I was too young. I wasn’t ready for this relationship. But I fell in love with you. Whether I liked it or not, I loved you. I appreciate your concern or me now, but why now? Why? something I will never understand. Why did I even cross you mind? I know this post is kind of fucked up, but I’m sorry. I needed to get this out. I really just don’t understand. I just don’t.
