‘Hey, I know it's a been a while but...’
If I could count the number of times an ex-something has attempted to weasel their way back into my life, I would have way too many fingers for a human and would probably need to get that checked out by a medical professional.
But the one thing they all have in common is that they only came back around when they saw I was doing well.
“Oh, Cynthia got a job. Let’s hit her up.”
“Think Sharon found a new man. Better remind her of our history together!”
Three months ago I was posting an Insta with another guy because I wanted you to see it.
I knew I looked good, and I wanted you to miss me. Now I’m posting it because I’m genuinely happy to be with this new guy (I think).
Regardless, if I post that picture, and within hours have a “Long time no talk” message from you, I’m going to see right through your sneaky, snake-y lil’ motives. And I’ll probably (definitely) reply anyway.
So don’t make me do that.
You know I still tell everyone about you even though we dated for two months three and a half years ago. And you know how long it takes me to get over breakups; do you even remember the Selena/Justin fiasco?
I’ve deleted your number, blocked that number, unfollowed you on Instagram, unfollowed you on FB, and finally stopped Tumbling about you.
I threw out that old hoodie I kept hoping you’d ask for, and you’re not the first thing I think about when I wake up anymore.
If I was not good enough for you before the glow-up, I’m not about to slow down for you now.
I’m growing, I’m changing, and I’m stronger without your dead weight holding me down.
And if after all that, you still hit me with a
. . . I’ll probably reply anyway.