The next day you did something you had never done before.
I woke up to your text. You apologized for not coming, there was apparently an emergency and you needed to drive your friends somewhere. It didn't matter to me that you blew me off. It mattered that you shoved me that you were sorry.
I thought you were sorry. I didn't know. I never knew with you. one minute you were cold, next minute I was the one priority in your life.
Do you know how confusing that is?
Do you know how crazy you make me feel?
But back then I didn't care. I knew what was going to happen. I knew it all. I knew you were eventually going to come to me, I knew we were going to have sex, I knew we were going to talk and I knew that you were engaged.
I knew how this was going to end too. I just choose to ignore it. I choose to have that few moments of happiness.
How I regret this now. I regret ever meeting you. I regret falling in love with you. I regret loving you.
You texted me again on Thursday.