Dear… You
I gave you pieces of myself. Only for a month. I never even got to see your face. I only got to hear the sound of your voice once. But every single damn time I got a message from you, I got butterflies in my stomach like I was getting a note from a boy in high school. Hearing your voice was like Christmas.
Now, you disappeared. Just like everyone else. I made myself SO vulnerable to you. Let you see parts of me that no one EVER sees. I let you see what makes me ME.
I must have chased you away. I could have loved you, you know. When I love I give my all. But my pride is in the way so I refuse to see what's happened. If you're like every other man. Even though you promised you're not. I continue to tell myself you need me FAR more than I need you, but these broken pieces of me that you helped pick up need you more than you'll EVER know.
Now I'm stuck wondering, did something happen? Did you just stop caring? I want to know soooo bad but I'm too damn stubborn to reach out. I'll drink the pain away. I have that luxury.
I wonder if you think of me? I want to replace you out of spite, but know that's the moment you'll come back. Men are like roaches I've always said. I have wine to replace the butterflies. To help me forget they existed. You were just a luxury for attention. I need to move on. But damn, I'm going to miss you.