06.13.08 |
to you who misunderstood the word 'trust'

Now that the dust has settled I can see you for what you really are: young, beautiful, full of yourself, and thoughtless. Those magic moments when you made me believe you were actually into me, not just feeding off of the attention I gave you, were precious to me. It's hard to admit that to myself now, because you made me act like a fool in an attempt to earn more of that affection. It never recurred, but I kept trying, all the time lowering myself and weakening my self esteem. Someday maybe you'll wake up to the fact that youth is fleeting, and that you are only as good as your value to those who love you. The only question now is who can love you? Who will ever know enough about who you really are to truly love you? You're young now and I am old, but soon we will both be on a level plane. Soon we will both be past our prime at the same time. Soon you will need love as much as anyone does. Good luck with that.

preterition | futurity