You know I love you, but there’s only so many times you can conveniently “forget” about our plans. I’m tired of waiting. I’m tired of being left for him when it’s clear that I need you here with me. I’m sick of doing things only because they remind you of him. I’m so fucking sick of only talking about his feelings. Did you ever think that maybe I feel the same way you fear he does? That I’m scared of being left behind? Of not being good enough? Of only being used by you? I know I can never hope to measure up to him, but don’t lie to me about it. What happened to our agreement to always be honest with each other?
Anyway, we had plans tomorrow that you’ve once again cancelled. I suppose I should be thankful for the warning this time. So I’ll hopefully be moving my cancelled plans to talk to him today to tomorrow. As long as he doesn’t weasel his way out again.