I thought you were better than that. I feel so completely naive for thinking that, but I had higher standards for you. You’ve let me down, but silly me for holding you to those standards. My own foolishness is what makes this hurt. I was foolish to think that I could count on you. That you’d have my back. I know this will all pass and I’ll look back and laugh at my innocent views. I just wish you knew how much it hurts. I wish I could be mad and angry instead of sullen and hurt. But most of all, I wish I hadn’t thought of you the way I did. Thanks for opening my eyes.
-Me
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