It’s like this; I loved you for such a long time. I invested so much into you but you still never realised. Sure, I was just a ‘friend’, I was never the girl that you’d take out to dinner or whisper sweet nothings to. I was just ‘that girl’. It hurt me every time you got with someone new. It broke me down inside every time but still I clung to the hope that maybe you’d realise we’d be so much better than just friends.
It wasn’t until this summer when I finally took my cousin’s advice and moved on because truth is, I don’t think you’d ever want me. I’m with someone new now, not that you’d know we haven’t spoken in months. And I’m happy, I’m really, truly happy. Only I know deep down that if you asked me tomorrow to be with you, I would. It’s a startling revelation and I know I’ll break his heart but it’s the truth and I’m sick of kidding myself that I wouldn’t.
All I’m saying is that I’d be happy if I didn’t see you for a long, long time. Maybe then I can live a normal life, be happy with my perfect boyfriend and not have to wonder ‘what if’ every time I hear your name. Maybe then I’ll forget that you ever existed.