Wait...

"Wait..."

"Wait for what?"

"This was never how I wanted things to go."

"Oh, I'm sure, you probably would've preferred I never started questioning things."

"Just let me think!"

"You want me to give you time to bullshit me?"

"You never let me go, that's why you're so miserable."

"How could I let you go? I fell so deeply for you that I wanted nothing more than your happiness."

"Please, just wait..."

"Why did you insist that you would catch me?"

"I wasn't ready for how people would talk about us, and this."

"People talk - people will always talk - but you never listened when it mattered, when I said the things I needed to be heard."

"That's not fair!"

"What would be fair? Allowing myself to be strung along and led on for years on end?"

"It was all real, I meant every single second of it!"

"Did you? Because the way you treated me says otherwise. Especially to continuously be abandoned."

"What?"

"I have asked you to wait for me, to be patient with me, to try and understand. Like I have, for you, for years now. But you couldn't be bothered to do much more than argue with me. And now you're the one asking me to wait?

You left, at every chance you could, when things got too rocky, or too serious, or even just not your speed; you left. How dare you look at me with a pathetic face, begging me to wait?

After years of feeling inadequate? How much more do you need until you feel like I'm finally broken down?"

"Wait, no..."

"No? You won't stop until my life is completely on hold for you, huh?"

"No, that's ridiculous. I just want some time to figure things out."

"You've said that for years. You always come up with lies and manipulations to keep me around. You use everything at your disposal because you know I care. But I'm done waiting.

What if you wait? You wait until I figure out whether I should allow myself to continue being played. I belong more than to be placed on the back-burner, hoping one day you remember I'm there.

I deserve someone of substance. Someone willing to sit and talk through things and listen. But you just wanted to argue, make me feel crazy for my emotions. You broke me, but you can't even admit that.

You're still acting like I messed up your life."

"My family has to deal with the ramifications of what we did, don't you see that?"

"That was a choice we all willingly made. Or did you forget that? You care more about what the outside world has to say about you than you do about how your own heart feels. Maybe you should work through that before begging me to be your friend while playing with my emotions in everyone's face. Because you made it apparent to everyone. Not me."

"They were right about you; you never really cared, you weren't a real friend."

"That will be something we all have to live with, but I am done waiting."