Seasons Change

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So now you regret your decision. How convenient. After all the years and all of my tears, you want me back. As if you ever had me.

Spring.

I was young. You were popular, funny, and everybody said you were a player. I kept my distance. Somehow we kept finding quiets moments to converse. The facade was fading. I was getting to know you. I knew I liked you. You were older. I knew I wasn’t ready. So I played the background. I watched as you juggled the bachelor life. You really didn’t notice me. I had some growing to do. I knew that. Over time, we grew as closer friends.

Summer.

We both had just ended our relationships. We were free..and happy. We partied. We played spades. We laughed. We talked. About anything. And everything under the sun. We got to know each other intricately. Not sexually. Our thoughts became entangled as we bounced from music, to politics, and our lives histories. He likes Animal Planet. He’s allergic to seafood. I know things about this man, I am positive no other woman can. But, We both had just ended our relationships. We knew. He knew. Something was there. But he said take some time. Live a little. So I did.

Fall.

We found fun with other people. We still played spades. We still talked. Now more than  before. I spent more time with him than his lady friends. I knew his schedule, where he hid his key, and password to his email. I finish his sentences. That drove him crazy. He taught me alot about men. He laughed at how well he taught me. Unknowingly. Our spirits..intertwined. Soul mates. Undeniably. I saw us grow. I was sure. It just made sense. I mentioned it to him. After all, we talked about everything. He said, it’s too soon. I wasn’t ready. Live some more. What will be will be.

I checked your email. There it was. You confessing your undying love for a ‘her’. You say its true, but we are and will always be friends. Ok. I let you have her. I must have made a mistake.

Winter.

Your friend said you are married. About three months ago. I laugh. That’s a joke. He would have called. He would have called me. He would have told me something like this. When I talked to you, you said its true. Wow. What do you say? I don’t know how to feel.  Why do I feel anything? I was always the friend. So I choose to feel nothing. How dare I assume the connection was real. Congratulations. I hope she makes you happy. Time passes. She doesn’t. A Nightmare. 365 Day Bridezilla. Now you realize it was me all along.

I finish his sentences. That drives him crazy. He taught me a lot about men. He now regrets how well he taught me. Unknowingly. Our spirits..intertwined. Soul mates. Undeniably. We grow. I was sure. It just made sense.

So now you regret your decision. How convenient. After all the years and all of my tears, you want me back. As if you ever had me.