While you were having your fun, leaving her waiting, she moved on. Yet now you want to dig your claws back in even deeper and keep her hooked, because you don’t actually care about what’s best for her—you just want her.
The truth is that no matter what I am, I'll always be too much of something for someone.
So that's why I'm done pretending like the noncommittal lifestyle suits me.
She burns brighter than every star in the sky, but that power is not limited to her positive attributes.
She'll talk circles around you in an argument and make your head spin around so many times that you finally concede because you're too dizzy to even remember what you were even arguing about, let alone make a decent rebuttal.
If my feelings disturb the balance of your fragile ego, then sorry not sorry, but I'm done walking on eggshells for you.
The truth is that you broke up for a reason and you can't romanticize old memories into new realities.
Suddenly it dawned on me: This invincible super woman who cared for me when I was sick and mended my broken hearts was not indestructible.
I can be messy and emotional and sassy. I run on caffeine and sometimes stretch myself way too thin, while other times I'm lazier than life calls me to be.
But I am so much more than my imperfections.
All those jerks actually taught you everything you know up to this point about life, love, and happiness. Even if it was by bad example.