The story I don’t want to write is the story I wish I could write. It’s the one that keeps me up at night. The one I keep dancing around. The story of us.
I spend so much time trying to convince myself it was nothing. I’m having limited success. I despise you. I never want to see you or hear from you again.
Lies I tell myself.
I don’t want to write about you because I don’t want to remember how much fun it was and how alive you made me feel because the reality of the us makes me feel like a fool.
I was wrong and I don’t like being wrong.
I want the story of us to be over. I don’t want to feel these feelings or think these thoughts or deal with this bullshit anymore.
The story of us is irrelevant because the reality of us is nonexistent.