A Facebook friend request? REALLY?
I sometimes wonder what is it that keeps us bound together. Could it be coincidence? No, there’s no such thing as coincidence. Could it be fate? No, that can’t be it because it goes without saying that I do not believe in fate. I find it extremely hard to believe that I’m ever gonna get rid of the unsurmountable awkwardness that surrounds me every single time I bump into you. And it’s a pity the time I saw you in March 2009 wasn’t the last one, cuz that would’ve been just about the perfect ending for our - now withering - relationship.
I might regret this somewhere down the line, but… let’s get real for a second, shall we? It’s been almost 6 years since I was faced with your cold rejection. You broke what I used to call a useless heart. I suffered the unspeakable. From then on, November’s sun would never shine again. Ever. I swore I’d never let myself fall in love again, because love equals pain, and I didn’t want to go through any more of that. I used to think I’d had my fair share of tough breaks, but I was wrong: there was always a little more torment waiting for me. And I don’t like making people - or things - wait. Anyways, we all know I got over that a long time ago. But the scar lingers on, and I don’t resent you for leaving that scar on me. If anything, I even thank you for it, cuz it reminds me. It reminds me I’m not the same little fuck who was stupid enough to fall into your fucking trap. I’ve changed a lot since then. And you obviously haven’t. There’s the mismatch.
There was a time in my life when I was 100% convinced that I’d never find someone better suited for me than you. That we belonged together. But you proved me wrong. And now all that’s left from those broken dreams are ashes. Ashes that were carefully collected by another person who’s now responsible for my happiness. Someone who cared enough to fix what you shattered. And I’m not gonna let her go that easy.
I don’t love you anymore and we’ve pretty much gone our separate ways. VERY separate. So what’s the point of adding you on Facebook now? Seriously, to what end? Is that gonna help rekindle our dying friendship? What is that gonna change?
It ain’t gonna change shit, it is a waste. And I hate waste. We can keep chatting and everything, but it’s not gonna make any difference because what you mean to me right now is not even kinda close to what you used to.
You are hereby officially and irrevocably expelled from my soul.
Farewell, Victoria.
