There's a good scene from (500) Days of Summer where, after Summer leaves Tom, he decides to visit his sister at her soccer game and she offers him this quote;
"Look, I know you think she was the one, but I don't. Now, I think you're just remembering the good stuff. Next time you look back, I really think you should look again."
--
Now that the writing's on the wall, it's easy to think of her as the girl who strung me along for six months, then left me hanging for two more before throwing me away. It's not hard to point out the fact that she never wanted to commit to me, or how quickly her feelings changed about what we had and what we could have been, or how she's heartless enough to just up and leave when the going got tough.
But as much as I hated it when she put the blame on timing and used the "it just wasn't meant to be" excuse without ever giving us a chance to be anything, I just can't find it in myself to be angry with her. I'm disappointed, but I keep questioning, how much of it was my fault that things turned out the way it did?
Let's be honest, I chose to put myself in a position that would lead to me getting hurt in the end. I was the one that kept pursuing every time she wouldn't commit to "us" even though I could have, and maybe should have, walked away much earlier. I was the one that let her dictate the terms of the relationship so that it made it possible for her to walk out and then walk back in whenever she felt appropriate because while she had me on the backburner, I would literally drop everything and make her a priority. At the end of the day, her actions easily outweighed her words, but I ignored all those warning signs and blindly held onto something that had already left without moving on myself because I naively believed that the strength of my feelings alone could overcome whatever challenges and issues we were facing. I guess I chose to overlook the most important fact -- that falling in love takes two hearts, not one.
--
There's really no benefit in rehashing the past over and over again now that the chapter is closing. The wound is still fresh, so this will probably be the last time I address this. Live life with no regrets; I gave it my best and I can live with that. I guess I could react hatefully and bitch and whine like a 16 year old, but really, what's the point? Playing the blame game won't change a thing; it was on me as much as it was on her -- and by now she's probably long gone anyways. Next time, I'll just be sure not to be caught with my head down again.
Look, in the end, I just wanted to genuinely wish you all the best in teacher's college and whatever you choose to do in the future. I know you'll be great, and I hope someday, when you're ready, you'll find someone who can give you what I never could.
Who Is - Bruno Mars
"Look, I know you think she was the one, but I don't. Now, I think you're just remembering the good stuff. Next time you look back, I really think you should look again."
--
Now that the writing's on the wall, it's easy to think of her as the girl who strung me along for six months, then left me hanging for two more before throwing me away. It's not hard to point out the fact that she never wanted to commit to me, or how quickly her feelings changed about what we had and what we could have been, or how she's heartless enough to just up and leave when the going got tough.
But as much as I hated it when she put the blame on timing and used the "it just wasn't meant to be" excuse without ever giving us a chance to be anything, I just can't find it in myself to be angry with her. I'm disappointed, but I keep questioning, how much of it was my fault that things turned out the way it did?
Let's be honest, I chose to put myself in a position that would lead to me getting hurt in the end. I was the one that kept pursuing every time she wouldn't commit to "us" even though I could have, and maybe should have, walked away much earlier. I was the one that let her dictate the terms of the relationship so that it made it possible for her to walk out and then walk back in whenever she felt appropriate because while she had me on the backburner, I would literally drop everything and make her a priority. At the end of the day, her actions easily outweighed her words, but I ignored all those warning signs and blindly held onto something that had already left without moving on myself because I naively believed that the strength of my feelings alone could overcome whatever challenges and issues we were facing. I guess I chose to overlook the most important fact -- that falling in love takes two hearts, not one.
--
There's really no benefit in rehashing the past over and over again now that the chapter is closing. The wound is still fresh, so this will probably be the last time I address this. Live life with no regrets; I gave it my best and I can live with that. I guess I could react hatefully and bitch and whine like a 16 year old, but really, what's the point? Playing the blame game won't change a thing; it was on me as much as it was on her -- and by now she's probably long gone anyways. Next time, I'll just be sure not to be caught with my head down again.
Look, in the end, I just wanted to genuinely wish you all the best in teacher's college and whatever you choose to do in the future. I know you'll be great, and I hope someday, when you're ready, you'll find someone who can give you what I never could.
Who Is - Bruno Mars
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