You were the one that thought I wasn’t good enough.
I was the one who treated you better than you deserved.
So, please tell me why I am the one who is texting you, trying to mend our relationship.
Tell me why I want to be on okay terms with you, while you don’t.
Actually, don’t. Don’t answer any of those, because I am done.
I can’t wait until the day you look for me and I am gone.
I can’t wait until you realize what you had and want it back.
Until you’re a man who can actually handle me, rather than the boy you are now.
I can’t wait until you yell for me and I don’t come running to your side like you would imagine.
I wish I could see your face during the moment you read this, the last thing I will ever type to you. Goodbye, first love.