We met in September, in the height of the final days of summer, and the start of my absolute favorite season. On an anonymous site, no less. And the very first day we talked, we met at my local municipal park.
And that was the start of our fiery - yet short - fling. We had four or five weeks of fun, hooking up, with that chemistry so on point, it was crazy, especially with someone I barely knew. We somehow clicked so well in that way that it was insane.
And somehow, in the few weeks we had our fling, I developed feelings for you. I really did. Even though I tried so damn hard to keep that separate from our fling. Because I enjoyed our thing so much, I never acknowledged them.
But yet... my anxiety got in the way. You said that there had been red flags that you chose to ignore because you enjoyed our physical fling as much as I did. When my anxiety exploded, our relationship fractured. It fell apart. You ghosted me, and I kind of fell apart.
I tried to reach out to you, and you tried again with me - for a day. But you said I was still too much. You couldn't handle me. And you said goodbye for real. It was then that I finally acknowledged my feelings for you.
I sent you a message or three after you said goodbye to tell you how I felt. You never responded. I messaged you, posing as one of my friends, and you basically told me to f**k off. Even though I told you, still posing as one of my friends, that you didn't realize what you had lost, and that you never deserved me anyways, because I never deserved your bullsh*t.
It was then that I finally let go. I let you go. Because you are not worth my time. You are not worth the headache, you are not worth my mental health struggling, you are not worth my emotional stability becoming unstable. So I have to say thank you for helping me wake up, because I now realize that it's your kind of bullsh*t that I do not need in my life.
Have a good life.
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