Prologue.

So here’s the thing. I’m gonna do it. I’m going to delete your number on my phone, unfollow you on Twitter, and delete you as my Facebook friend. You know, back in the day, it is so much easier to move on from someone. You don’t get these notifications and random posts telling you how you’ve been doing, and they certainly don’t give you these proofs that you’ve been out with this new girlfriend.
I’m not really sure how I’m going to do it. The moment I think about deleting you on my friend’s list, I think about how maybe, in a few years, we’re going to laugh about the time I tried cutting you off of my life just because I need to move on. I also tried visualizing a time where I don’t have your number, and comforted myself with the fact that chances are, I’m gonna be able to get it from one of our common friends, and that made me think that I’m going to be just fine, just in case I needed to text you.
But this just might be the problem. Maybe I don’t have the courage to really move on. But the other morning, I woke up, and I said, that’s it. This is enough. I haven’t been able to say that about you and I never thought I will, but that morning, I did. I told myself that I wanted a clean slate. I said, if I wanted to have that guy who’s an ocean away to fall in love with me, I have to be a clean slate. I have to baggage free. Sadly, dear, you are my biggest baggage. You are my biggest but.

More importantly, though, I think I just wanna be fine again, because I haven’t been for quite a while. So, yes, I’m going to do it. For the life of me, I will get past this, I will move on, and one day, I’m gonna be able to say that I am no longer hung-up on you.
Right now, I just — it’d help if I don’t see you or hear from you, not even those brief text messages you send me every once in a while, and then I reply — sometimes you text back, most of the times, you don’t. I just, I can’t deal with that anymore. It gets me right back on this vicious cycle I simply call, being in love with you.
So here it goes — I’m about to put a period on this…thing: Have a great life, you.


The Rentals – Little Bit of You in Everything

“…But I don’t want to carry these old feelings anymore
No, no, no I don’t want to be haunted by the choices I made before.”



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