For the last two and a half years, I have invested a lot of time in you; more time than I probably ever shouldāve. Iāve 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, itās half-assed and thereās no effort, despite your saying how much youāreĀ ātrying.ā When you donāt, I become a person I donāt like. I get upset with myself and the people around me who very much donāt deserve it. Since weāve been broken up over the last six months, Iāve prayed for the day when youāll realize what youāve had with me and what youāre missing, but why? Why do I want to be with someone who doesnāt 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? Iāll answer my own question; itās not.Ā
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. Thereās no telling when or how, but it will come. I need to realize once and for all that it isnāt going to happen with you, no matter how bad Iāve wanted it to in the past. Youāre never going to wake up and realize what youāre missing, and I need to be okay with that. I will move on. I will persevere. I will be great. Someone will Ā see me for what I am worth one day.