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It was a nice feeling, the one I had for you, you know? It wasn’t love. I was never in love with you and I never allowed myself to be — and I’m proud to admit that I was very good at it. But I really, really liked you, your company and the way you made me feel like the days weren’t just a mass of grey, one after the other. I woke up every morning (usually had one or two weird texts from you on my phone) feeling tired but I had that little spark of sunshine that was the thought of you being there. Call it deep friendship. I was never any good at making friends. And in you I found someone who didn’t mind to spend every single moment of our shared time-table with me. Everything I did, I did with genuine affection. I even started to trust you, isn’t that silly? And then everything changed and my own notions of friendship and trust screwed me all over again. Again I was tossed over like a piece of furniture. And you know, you know so very well, how much I hate that feeling and how much it has made me suffer in the past. It’s like it was done on purpose. Was it?
I get it. You have your own life (where was it these past few months, by the way?) and you’re not forced to hang out with me every single day. But this? I expected so much more of you. You have so much potential to become such a wonderful man but yet you choose to act according to some fucked up ideals some bad experiences have put on you. I thought I could change that by showing you some genuine kindness. Guess not. It’s hard to break the habit of being a scumbag, I suppose.
So I have my own life, too. I suppose. I guess the real journey begins now. After the break-up I had you to confide in. Now you don’t need me anymore. I have to find new things to give me the strenght I so much need to keep on living every single day. I’ve always been too dependent on others. I know that. But everyone’s got their own particular neurosis and mine is that I think of myself as a huge load of crap who constantly needs someone who makes me feel otherwise. So let this new phase begin and please, please, please, let me not be disappointed in life again. I’ve had enough.