It says a lot about the kind of person you are if I cant sit down and write about you, if you dont inspire me, or if you dont stick around for too long. Unless of course, the chapter you helped create is one that I have scribbled over as if it were the Plague.
I might as well have been sick, or dilusional from the Yellow Fever. I have very few pages written about him, and all of them are hateful, dates of when he cheated, the names of girls he cheated on me with, and the reasons why I gave in everytime.
A weak person stays even when she is not wanted, a strong person stays because they have work left to do. I left after signs of rejection, but I had finished all my work long ago.
These pages nearly filled 12 5x7 in. sheets of paper, not much, but he managed to get some emotion out of me. He was uninspiring, now that I look back. And the one nice thing I did ever mention, was only a sentance long.
"you are a rainbow, because they are rare and hard to find, but when you see them they make you happy."
Its pathetic that I had to write that down, to reassure myself that you cared. Why did I even bother?At least I still manage to laugh about it.
