Quixotic Dramatist

Anonymous asked: would you take him back?

Who is this? Lol, but nope I wouldn’t. He’s wronged me so many times. The two main things being he cheated on me and started up a relationship with the same exact girl he claimed to only be friends with, not even a month after we finally put an end to any future for us. I’m done with his bullshit and I’m glad we ended things when we did. Now I’m with someone who actually makes me happy.  

I’m done regretting over the time I wasted with him. It is what it is. I only regret how I let myself make him a bigger priority than my studies and how I did everything I possibly could to make him happy only to get betrayed, lied and cheated on. The only thing I want from him is the xbox and jersey I gave him. In a dream world wherein I would get such things back, I’d re-gift the xbox and burn the jersey in front of his eyes. Lol a bit sadistic, but what can I say? I just want him to get a slight insight as to what he made me feel. He clearly didn’t love me, but he sure as hell does love his Rangers. 

Anonymous asked: do you ever think about him?

by him, do you mean my ex? sure i do, hard not to seeing as he played a large role in things that are currently troubling me

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The end finally came. 

I was immature and naive. I had held out till the very end, hoping against all hope, that we would wind up together. I held onto the notion that after being hurt so much, after crying so much, that it couldn’t all be for naught. 

I was cleaning my room and I found this journal my professor insisted each student keep. In it we’d write down our musings and he’d reply. For some reason we talked about love. I told him I didn’t understand it. That I wasn’t sure if it existed. He asked me what my favorite kind of love story was. And I chuckled a bit when I read my response. I said that my favorite kinds were the ones that had the main characters suffering, where their love was tested. Ironic isn’t it? No wonder I stayed and hoped till the very end. I thought that I was being tested, but in reality, I was just being fooled over and over again. 

I’m sure he’ll spin a tale far from the truth and regale his friends about it. He’ll spin a tale of how I was irrational and how I just kept arguing with him. How I insisted he stop seeing his friends and was a horrid woman. He’ll forget to tell them how he once made me stop seeing my own friends because they liked me or were hitting on me. He’ll forget to tell them that I was willing to compromise, yet again, just to be with him. He’ll forget to tell them that he almost cheated on me (and I’m sure cheated on me before) and that, that was why we were in such a mess in the first place. He’ll forget that it was his very selfishness that finally and irrevocably pushed me away. His need to keep this so called friend of his. A friend he met not even four months ago that he couldn’t give up for the woman he claimed to love. 

Against everyone’s advice and opinions. Against everyone telling me that I’d just get hurt all over again, leaving them to pick up the pieces of my broken self yet again, I seriously entertained the idea of having him back. I was already thinking of ways to explain things to my parents and family.  I was thinking of how to stop talking to my guy friends because though there wasn’t anything between us, the way we talked would not be appropriate had I not been single. But alas, I never needed to think that far.

His final act of going out with the very same girl that I insisted he cut ties with and forgetting to call me to further discuss our problems, made things very clear. I had initially ended our phone call wishing him happiness but after I thought about it, pure hatred just filled my mind. How dare he claim to love me when he purposely hung out with her knowing how I felt? How dare he claim to be putting thought into our relationship when he forgot to call me because he was having so much fun with her. He told me he got cut ice skating, I said that’s good. Was I supposed to baby him and ask him if it was alright? Ask him if that girl fawned over him asking if he was okay? Fuck him. 

I will hate him. It’s sad because no matter what had happened, I honestly hoped that I would never hate him. I got worried before because I didn’t want to look back at my first real love and be filled with hatred. But alas, we don’t always get what we want. 

He always claimed that he didn’t want to hurt me anymore. But yet he always did. His final act hurt me the most too, ironically enough. I’m sure in his mind he’ll be the martyr who only wanted me to be happy. But that is not the case at all. He is instead the player who played silly ole me. The one who claimed to love me yet went off with another girl and chose another girl over me time and again. I was just another notch on his bed and I was just yet another silly girl who was too naive for her own good. 

I don’t know what the future holds for me. I would like to think that I’ll find a man who’ll treat me how I deserve to be treated. A man who’ll help me heal from everything I’ve been through. But even if I’m forever alone, I’ll take that over this poisonous relationship he brought me into. So poisonous I honestly thought he loved me half as much as I loved him. 

I want to thank him yet again for finally opening my eyes to how cruel people can be. I will no longer be a fool. 

Noah: Would you just stay with me? 
Allie: Stay with you? What for? Look at us, we’re already fightin’ 
Noah: Well that’s what we do, we fight… You tell me when I am being an arrogant son of a bitch and I tell you when you are a pain in the ass. Which you are, 99% of the time. I’m not afraid to hurt your feelings. You have like a 2 second rebound rate, then you’re back doing the next pain-in-the-ass thing. 
Allie: So what? 
Noah: So it’s not gonna be easy. It’s gonna be really hard. We’re gonna have to work at this every day, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, for ever, you and me, every day.