So then he's like:
"This is not to anger you or to make you "feel" any certain way. But I don't appreciate your sarcastic tones and condescending attitude (especially towards someone who doesn't deserve it). "I'm reading to far into it?" I don't need you to tell me how deep I should delve just because you seem to have lost your fervor, and in all your silence have yet to really listen. If you had you would have known that all I really wanted was for us to remain in contact; to help each other through times of need, and to build a friendship upon the idea that we once loved each other.
I have not kept in touch with you because I felt that I needed to. I have called you (sometimes daily) because I wanted to. It's not difficult for me to make friends. It's not difficult for me to find someone that finds me physically and mentally attractive. I won't be alone. I've kept in touch with you because I adored you and thought that I understood you. But the closer I come to understanding you the farther you push me away, and ironically, the more complicated you become. Maybe friendship between former lovers is, indeed, impossible. So I won't be calling everyday, or even every week. I'm not saying that I'm never going to call again. Because I will. But I'm not going to beg anyone for anything. I'm not going to force a relationship on a situation that is uncommunicative. Being the quiet type is one thing. This has become another. It's a waste of my time. And someone else deserves it.
I will truly always love you. But I'm not going to do this anymore. I have too many good things about me to get off the phone with you feeling like something is wrong with me or the way I think. So I hope you find yourself in your new home. And I hope you find someone that can get through to you. I love you. I'm mad at you. But I love you."
I'm glad he's taking my advice (after telling him to do so for the past eight months).
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