For the last two and a half years, I have invested a lot of time in you; more time than I probably ever should’ve. I’ve put you before anyone else and you put anything else before me. I sit here and wait for you to talk to me. When you do, it’s half-assed and there’s no effort, despite your saying how much you’re “trying.” When you don’t, I become a person I don’t like. I get upset with myself and the people around me who very much don’t deserve it. Since we’ve been broken up over the last six months, I’ve prayed for the day when you’ll realize what you’ve had with me and what you’re missing, but why? Why do I want to be with someone who doesn’t care to make me any sort of priority? Why continue to put myself through the agony I put myself through? What good is it doing me? I’ll answer my own question; it’s not.
Somewhere out there is a guy who would kill to be with someone like me. Somewhere out there is a guy who is looking for a true love like I am. Someone out there is killing to have something real, just like me. The day WILL come. There’s no telling when or how, but it will come. I need to realize once and for all that it isn’t going to happen with you, no matter how bad I’ve wanted it to in the past. You’re never going to wake up and realize what you’re missing, and I need to be okay with that. I will move on. I will persevere. I will be great. Someone will see me for what I am worth one day.