If you’re not going to be a ghost, stop acting like one. 🦀
Listen, I’m going to make this quick because I know my accounts have a habit of vanishing into the ether—honestly, at this point, I think I have a personal genie whose only job is to delete my digital existence. If this account goes poof again, I’m officially blaming the universe for having a vendetta against me.
But back to the main attraction: You.
We had an agreement. A "no feelings" clause, remember? I was supposed to be the cool, detached observer, and you were supposed to be... well, whatever we were doing. I think I "failed the assignment" pretty spectacularly, because somewhere along the way, I accidentally grew a heart. And the moment you started playing Casper the Friendly Ghost, I realized I’d grown a lot more than I intended.
I’m tired of the silence. It’s emotionally and mentally exhausting, and frankly, I’m too busy to play Hide and Seek with a grown man.
Here is the deal: I know you’re going through things. I get it. I’ve said "I understand" so many times I should be charging a therapy copay. I’m patient, I’m forgiving, and I genuinely care—but my patience has a shelf life, and we are currently hovering near the expiration date.
I never got to apologize for whatever I did to hurt you. I never intended to cause damage, and I’m sorry. But if you’re pulling away because you think I’m not "enough"—pretty enough, interesting enough, or just not your type—take a seat, because you’re wrong. I’m actually a really great person to have in your corner. I don’t want fancy things; I want to go camping, get dirt under my fingernails, and maybe make some history in the middle of nowhere. I want a real date, not a scavenger hunt for your attention.
So, here is your choice. You can stay in the silence, or you can actually communicate.
If you feel even a shred of what I feel, leave a 🦀 in your next post or sign. That’s it. That’s the signal. If there’s no crab, I’ll take that as my cue to officially retire from the "waiting for you to grow a pair" league.
I’m ready to see where this goes, even if we have to take it slow and steady. But if you’re just here to haunt me, please, for the love of everything, go haunt someone else.
I’m standing right here. The ball is in your court—if you can handle holding it.🔥