I was delusional all along
I’m so embarrassed.
I must have made it all up in my head.
But can you really you blame me for thinking I meant something to you?
I think in the beginning, you were probably just being nice; it was me that made it into more than it was.
You just made it so easy, you know? Maybe you were being gentle with me because you felt bad about what had just happened to me, or maybe you just liked the attention I started giving back in return for your care.
Either way, I can’t really be mad at you; I just wish I’d known better.
It was never actually me, was it?
It’s okay; that’s just how the cookie crumbles sometimes. I just wish I didn’t feel so shitty when our friends bring up how much they want you to find someone. Don’t get me wrong, I want that for you too, I just wish I didn’t care.
This will all pass, and I’ll be fine.
But until then, I genuinely never want to see you again; it hurts too much.
It seems like the feeling is mutual: we don’t talk, I’ve publicly moved on, so it’s a clean break, right? That’s probably what you wanted this whole time, and who am I to jeopardize your peace like that?
See you never, Jon. I really do hope you have a good life.