Here’s what I need you to do. I need you to get over yourself and stop basking in the glory of being my “the one.” And when I blog about love, please don’t arrogantly presume that it is your love that I speak of.
When people tease me about not being able to move on from this one great love, don’t give me that knowing smile that glorifies your certainty of it being you.
If I say that I don’t like playing games anymore, don’t silently contemplate on what you did to make me think that you’re playing with me and my stupid heart and effin’ with my brain.
And when I say I still love him, never ever walk away. Because even if these things that you are sure of are absolutely true, one thing remains the same… I want to be friends with you. Not to wait for your love nor to make you realize that it is I who am destined to be with you, but to make you understand that in the same way that I consider you to be one of my best friends, I am yours too.
That’s what still matters. That’s what still counts.
Now, what are you still doing in that pretending-to-be-discreet corner, awkwardly looking at me from afar?
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