What I Wanted…Wasn’t To Be
Hi, Snarky…Snarkosaurus…
I miss you, but it was worse not knowing where I stood with someone who said they wanted to be friends but really couldn’t be the kind of friend I needed. It was worse when optics informed me you were only a fair-weather friend. Your constant analysis and dismissal of very real emotions over very real things caused me to debate over what I should and should not share with you. Invitations for real-time presence, rebuffed politely. It became a source of anxiety. Then…then I knew it was over. Any faith, any trust that I had in you…it’s evaporated. You had wonderful prose, and I think maybe you were coming from a place of love, but you are unable to meet me where I’m at. You couldn’t just sit with me in a dark place, and I sometimes need that kind of steady presence in my life.
If there ever comes a day when you believe you can be in my life in a tangible, heartfelt, and authentic manner—with no need to remain in the “B side”—I’ll give you the chance to produce the key that fits. Just make it a worthwhile attempt, or don’t waste precious time for either of us.
Always love you,
Napalm
(The right person will know exactly what this refers to)