I couldn’t be happier right now.
Funny how life works.
C:
I couldn’t be happier right now.
Funny how life works.
C:
It’s hard for me to trust someone, so when I trust you, don’t screw it up.
Not sure. You’ve broken my trust pretty bad, and you’re gonna have to earn it back, but… I think it’s salvageable.
I don’t regret getting the tattoo. I want to remember. I have one question though. Why did you get it with me, when you knew you were hiding something that would crush me?
No matter what happens, you’re always going to be with me. As a reminder, as a memory, as a permanent mark on my arm. I’m never going to get it removed or covered up, even if this road we’re on ends with us hating each other.
I’m starting to move on. I’ve got a new girl now. I’m not telling you - partially because I don’t want you to feel like I’m trying to make you jealous, and partially because apparently that’s not what we share with each other until the other stumbles on marriage plans accidentally. I told you I have a date, I didn’t tell you how serious it’s already getting.
I’m worried that if I stay friends with you, everything you go through with him will destroy me inside. That every milestone you go through - engagement, marriage, children - will only make me feel “that should have been me.” I can’t deal with that my whole life. If it starts down that path, I’m sorry, but I need to cut you out.
You’re with me forever, and I’ll love you forever. I just don’t know if I can be your friend forever.
Please, don’t even mention him to me. I don’t fucking care how great your relationship with him is. I don’t care how much you love him.
All it’s telling me is “You’re not good enough to wait for, but this fucking rando I just met is.”
Fuck. I hate how much I love you. Fuck being friends.