i make no apologies

Part III

Or maybe you just think

I’m selfish.

“When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it’s not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end.”
—(yes, this shit came from Twilight. Supposedly. The interwebs said so, so it must be true. And no, I’ll never quote it again. And no, I’ve never read the books because I stand with Stephen King and don’t dig chick lit that’s about the importance of having a boyfriend.)

What I’m getting at is that I never took time to grieve us splitting up.  But that’s mostly because I didn’t let myself believe that we were ever really together.  In that way, it seemed easier? Easier for me.

You never introduced me as your girlfriend. We never talked much about having a relationship. Rather than talking about it, I guess we were just having one, for awhile.

(You still say, “You’re my B______.” And it sounds perfect and uncomplicated-complicated. But it makes it easy for you now, to use my name as a definition of my relationship to you.)

I remember lying on the floor of my sorority bedroom on the phone with you when I said, “Do you really, honestly love me?” and you said, “I do, B_______.” (When you personalize things, it’s incredibly sexy and irresistible.)

And I tried to talk you out of it. Because I was trying to move on from the waiting (for more of you).

I thought I was being proactive in avoiding inevitable rejection. That you were being so casual and slow with me because you weren’t convinced of me?
I knew I needed you for life and felt like I was losing you in the waiting. I needed your friendship even more than I desired a lover.

I refused to grieve the loss of my friend, my confidant & a love incomparable to others.
I thought that if I made it platonic, I could make it last forever. That I could mold us into the perfect “Let’s be friends.” Only, we would like
really. actually. be friends.
And it worked for awhile, didn’t it (Until we let it die.)?

It felt like I was your perpetual one night stand.
And then someone offered to make me their one life stand.

Yes, maybe I am

Selfish (but I am also a lot of other good and pure things that I hope you haven’t forgotten about).

“Grand declarations never meant half as much as what we didn’t say.”– (the interwebs fail me here.)

So, here I am, saying it now.
I wish that you were here, saying something.

XOXO,
B

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PART II

Maybe you think

that with my aforementioned jealousy, I’m pulling an “I don’t want you but I don’t want anyone else to have you”

(Not that I didn’t want you. I did. But I didn’t admit that I loved you in the way you wanted me to. Because you were so   casual… about EvErYtHiNg. Which was sexy at first but then heartbreaking. And I was the girl waiting. Waiting for our next class together, waiting for you to call me, waiting for you to answer your phone, waiting to see you alone again, waiting to run into you downtown.  W a i t i n g… for more of you. But that was when I was probably f*cked up from a previous relationship & attention hungry, and just gutsy enough to go after a man different than any other I’d ever been with to find more than what I’d ever found. And maybe I’m still f*cked up, but now I’m an older, more mature, post-sorority, post-put-you-bar-jeans-in-the-windowsill-overnight-to-air-out-for-the-next-night attention hungry, gutsy girl.).

And I know how that feels– to have someone not want you
(or want you only on their terms).

And for them to be completely unfair when someone else wants you
(without terms).

I know what it’s like to give them all the parts of yourself only for them to devastate all of it.

And I know how it feels to be with someone new only for an old love to interrupt it with a plea of “Want me. Be with me. Call me,” much like the Meredith Grey “Pick me. Choose me. Love me” (Season 2, Episode 5).
(But I don’t put my bar jeans in the windowsill anymore. Yes, smoking is banned in the bars now, but I don’t have even bar jeans anymore… I just have feelings for you.)

But if you do think this
(that I’m pulling an “I don’t want you but I don’t want anyone else to have you”),

you think wrong.

XOXO,
B

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