I want you to see how good I’m doing. I want you to know that I kissed someone else too. Albeit, he was no where near as good as you, but I still want you to know. I want you to see that I care as much about you, as you do about me. Which isn’t very much at all. But that’s a lie, you know it and I know it.
I’m lying to myself, thinking that you don’t hold any importance to me. Obviously you do, though. Obviously you do.
I tell myself that the ‘mature’ thing to do, is to not care. So I try not to care that much. And I actually have managed to not think about you. It’s not like I’m in love with you, or hold some great feelings for you, I just don’t not want to be your friend. I’d still like you to want to text me though, message me, snapchat me. Make some effort to communicate with me. Even just liking one of my facebook posts, something, just not nothing.
You sent me a snapchat the other day, so did your friend. I wanted to just reply to your friend, to show you that I didn’t even notice that you’d sent me anything. But I thought you’d think i was being ‘immature’ if I didn’t reply to you. So I sent you both a reply, the same one, so as not to make it seem like I put any effort or thought into it.
You didn’t reply though. So again, you hold the title of the one who ignored the other. The one with the power.
I guess I am just too immature. But, actually, I know, myself, that I’m not. I know that I’m perfectly fine where I am at the moment, and I shouldn’t care about what you think.
So thanks for the time we had, it was great, it was fun, it was something. I don’t regret any of it. Not even for a second.
29th August 2014.