tell me about it

So now I say the things I want to say
Sometimes it’s better letting go this way
I’ll always know down in my soul
We really had so far to go
I’ve given all I had to give
And now it’s time for me to live
And I won’t look back
And I won’t regret
Though it hurts like hell
Someday I will forget 

- ‘Letting Go’ by Kim Sozzi

There are so many things I want to tell him, because I’m angry and hurt and quite frankly my pride has taken a bashing.  Out of sight, out of mind, huh.  Memory really is a fickle thing.  I guess if I didn’t have my journal to read and remember, I might have forgotten just how intense and emotional that whole period was for me too.  But for it to have taken so soon for him to forget, yeah, okay, thanks.  Or maybe it was all just fun for him.  I guess that all makes sense then.

I thought I was holding everything in well enough, until that phone call, and everything just fell apart for me too quickly for me to rein in any sort of control.  But hey, I deserve better than this, I really do.

Yeah, so many things I wanted to tell him, rebuttals and reiterations and reminders, but I’m also tired and spent and more than anything else, I just want to put an end to this.  I’ve had quite enough, and I think silence is my best recourse.

That’s all you’re ever going to hear from me on this subject ever again.

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