Sometimes you need to know that loving someone means understanding when to let them go. It would be arrogant of me to say that my friends can't live without me, or that my boyfriend will never find another girl to care for.
I'm not special. I'm not beautiful. I'm not unique.
In short, I'm completely replaceable.
So if you want me to stay, I will be more than happy to. Really, the only thing keeping me going is some semblance of an idea that I'm wanted. But if all I do is make you unhappy, and you think that you'd be better off without me in the picture, just say the word. I'll collect my things and I'll go. It'll rip me apart, but I'll get out of your way if that's what you want. And I wouldn't be sad for too long-when I say that I'd go, I mean it in every sense. "There ain't no rest for the wicked until we close our eyes for good."
If I were to disappear, what would happen? My friends might pretend that they've lost something special or important, but new people will quickly fill the void and they'll give my friends the respect and love I apparently still can't seem to provide. My boyfriend will find a beautiful, blue-eyed musician and he'll forget my quirks and neuroses. My parents...well of course they'd be sad for a while, but they'd soon learn that everyone's life is easier without me and my prescription bottles. And my siblings would only remember me as their insane sister who finally snapped, like everyone knew she would.
The main thesis of this presentation? Tell me if you want me. Just tell me the truth. If you do, I'll stay, and I promise that I'll never leave. But if you don't, I'll accept it, pack my bags, and close my eyes for good.
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