Been thinking about you lately...

In the way I used to. I was completely unable to resist you. I promise you that, if you had ever made a pass at me, I don't think I would pull away. That was back then. I've developed a lot more restraint now. Haven't seen you for years. No new or recent memories or interactions. But I'm coming back. I may see you again. I wouldn't make a point to contact you or seek you out. Not after what I said to you. I was just so mad that it didn't work out. I was mad that you were in a relationship already and we had this amazing chemistry that you refused to talk about. What do you do in that situation? I told you how I felt. No response from you. Of course not. You're in a relationship. But, if you're in a relationship, why were you acting the way you were with me? You are in a pickle, my dear. I was, too, but I decided to walk away. It was because of you that I moved and started over. Met some more people in this new place who drove me away. Now I'm coming back to where it all started. I left because of you. I'm coming back in spite of you still being there. I have business to take care of that doesn't involve you that's more important than you. To think that, once upon a time, nothing or no one was more important to me than you. I was such a fool. No, no. Not a second time. I will not associate with you. You will not ruin my life again. If I see you on the street, don't expect me to stop and talk to you. And if I see your beloved somewhere on campus... Well, who cares. I don't care that much anymore.

Sometimes, I want to punch you in the face, or I want my revenge somehow. And I want to see it. I guess the best revenge is a life well-lived. I'll tell ya that I'm living pretty damn well. There's also part of me that goes on without caring what happens to you. You didn't seem to care when it came to me. You selfishly got what you needed from me without any thought to how it might affect me. Consider my ignoring you a taste of your own medicine. I'm looking out for myself first. No more me for you. I realize how much I hate you every time I wrote about you.