I know this isn’t fairytale stuff. I know I’m not the woman you bring home to your family. This is just for now. This is just a time, for both of us.
But just because we aren’t perpetually doesn’t mean you should treat me like I’m temporary. Like I’m expendable. I’m not something you use and throw away.
Maybe it’s my fault. Perhaps I should have walked away earlier. Maybe I should have assumed you’d respect me more.
It was just so easy in the beginning. Nights on the bonnet of your car matter the stars. So perhaps we aren’t in it for the long haul, doesn’t mean there can’t be tale. Doesn’t mean I don’t deserve a position of effort.
Maybe this is a good thing. Maybe seeing how readily you detach will be a remember in the future. I can casually year and still espouse someone who seeing each other as a human. I don’t have to get serious to be treated kindly.
I don’t know if you’re capable of meeting anything outside of yourself. It’s just about you. Other person be dammed. Other person isn’t important.
I’m glad I’m temporary to you. God bless the girl who is currently permanent. She’s going to have to deal with a terrible party.