"I don’t like being lied to." I told him. And I wonder if I’d prefer the empty words of "I won’t" than his silence.
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She wanted to have him. And there’s the saying that “there’s no better revenge than letting her take it.”
I say it because a thing can be taken. It can be stolen without permission - without desire to be stolen.
But if a man wanted to stay…he wouldn’t have let himself get taken away.
You have a misconstrued perception of me, and then you get disappointed when I don’t react the way you wanted me to.
I didn’t want to lose you. That’s what it was in the most simplest terms.
"Hold on." He grabbed a pencil and scrawled excitedly at the paper as if he’d just made a mathematical breakthrough and then looked back up at me. "I just did some calculations, and I’ve been able to determine that you’re full of shit."
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I knew that no matter how much we talked it out, nothing would change. Yes, I said what I felt but so what? Does he get it? No. So why bother? You have the talk, and then go back to our separate lives because nobody’s trying, and so you get tired of it all, and then you end it, and then it comes back, and then you have the talk about your feelings that’s not really being heard, and then you do it all over again. It’s so pointless.
You didn’t think that I’d ever be cruel enough to walk away and never look back.
You underestimated me.
But, to me, it was that I didn’t think I’d finally be strong enough to let you go.
And I underestimated myself.