I think I owe you this post. I mean, hello there "Future Me". If you're reading this, I sure do hope you are in a far greater place. I seriously hope you're happy now.
I'm sure you've wondered what I'm about to write down here. What went down, and how it ACTUALLY ended. To the "Future Me", what do you remember? Did you remember how it felt? How it began?
Allow me.
You were supposed to throw a bomb out there tonight. You were seconds away from pressing the "Send" button. But I stopped you. You know why? Because you were desperate for disaster. And nobody wants that.
Okay. Okay. Let's switch point of view. To the version of me writing this now, here's what the "Future Me" has to say. Bitch, get over it.
Please do.
Okay. Okay. I got it.
We get it.
He has managed to hurt you. And because of that, you both hate him, but you're still addicted to him. Is he really worth it? The thing is, you fear fighting for something and have all your efforts gone to waste. You fear rejection, because you fear embarrassment. Because for you, embarrasment, is a form of weakness. And we both know you hate that word.
So, newsflash. He has by far, rejected you, embarrassed you, and most especially made you feel this weak. So why let him? WHY ARE YOU ACTUALLY LETTING HIM GET TO YOU?
Let him go.
This time would be easier. This time would be final. Because this time... YOU HAVE VALIDATION.
Don't cry little girl.
Just start over. Forget that you opened up. Forget that for an out of the blue chance, you actually opened up to someone. Forget that you just gave away your secrets, Just let it go, by letting him go. You made a mistake, and so commit to it.
Yes, you're mad. I am too.
Yes, you want revenge, so do I.
But would really tell her? Would you really hurt someone else because you were hurt yourself? He would hate you even more. And you don't want that.
Listen to me.
You are still beautiful.
You are still strong.
You are still playing.
And this is Version 2.0
Coming a bit late,
but tougher to break.
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