We are born into a world of billions, but we are told since we are young that we’re unique. You’re special. There’s no one else gracing this world that is exactly like you. Yet, we’re grouped, we’re stereotyped, we’re meant to fit this mold. A mold of what? A mold that is pre-determined, fill your role or fall out of it. These are the expectations, meet them and succeed or choose your own path and then what?
You love. You laugh. You cry. At the end of the day, you just feel. When it’s good, it’s good. When it’s bad, the numbness appeals. So you beg for numbness, a quick elixir for the pain, but at the end of the day what it is it? You fail. Every tear shed, every pain endured, has shaped you to be the person you are today.
You’re beautiful. Why do you settle for being second best? I know the story. I’ve heard the excuses. Why do you fall for the lies? You don’t need him to be happy. Your happiness should never be dependent on the presence or absence of anyone in your life. Except, with him around, you feel a little more whole, a little more okay. Walk away. It kills me to see you being strung along. Every girl that has come before, every girl that will come after, he will sing to them the same siren song that has you entranced. He tells you he loves you, but he can’t be with you. The politics are too complicated. He can’t hurt her, but what about you? You’re allowed to hurt?
You’re the kind of beautiful, when beauty used to mean something. If he can’t see and appreciate that, he’s a waste of your time. But there you are again… waiting, wishing, hoping. Let’s drop this pretense, you wait because you don’t want to shatter the hope. Hope shattered is the cruelest thing in the world. Serve him that ultimatum. Now or never. Nobody deserves to be told they’re not good enough now but maybe later. When does later come? So take that risk. You never striked me as the type of girl who was content with just waiting her turn. If you wait, sometimes your turn never comes. But if you don’t wait, will you haunt yourself with regrets?
I don’t know. I don’t care. I just wish you would see, he’s not worth it. He’s not worth your tears. He’s not worth the hurt. You’re incredible and deserve more than just being a safety blanket.