maybe i am the tragedy. not you, not us, just me.
i’m making progress. no longer putty in your hands. no longer dreaming about what i cant have. i am good at accepting, and i have accepted. all if it. i am still achingly fond of you, beautiful one, but i am not waiting or wanting any longer. you are my friend, and that means the world to me. i need and want nothing more. thank you for everything, you.
does it hurt because i’m ridiculous? or does it hurt because i’m right?
i don’t really know who ruined everything. it could have been you. it was probably me. or maybe it is just the natural way of things. but if it was you? a choice you made? a fondness you lost or left or decided against? then i want you know i have given up. there were dreams and wishes and wants inside of me i knew i shouldn’t have. things you told me to let go of. i have. i will not fight for you, pretty. i will not fight you. there is no way in this world i can make you want me. but i can stop wanting you. and so i will. thank you for all the beautiful moments. i will cherish them. you were the first person to really make me feel again. and despite the pain it causes now, i appreciate that to no end. i wish for you only happiness. i hope one day our friendship can be as it was before. one day, pretty. one day.