{"id":1361,"date":"2017-11-02T11:54:33","date_gmt":"2017-11-02T16:54:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/?p=1361"},"modified":"2017-11-02T11:54:33","modified_gmt":"2017-11-02T16:54:33","slug":"a-letter-pt-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2017\/11\/02\/a-letter-pt-2\/","title":{"rendered":"A Letter (pt.2)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Dear you (again),<\/p>\n<p>You come back to me a month after we last talked, saying that you&#8217;re sorry? You&#8217;re\u00a0<em>sorry?\u00a0<\/em>You\u00a0<em>should\u00a0<\/em>be sorry. You made me feel like I wasn&#8217;t a person &#8211; like I deserved to be treated exactly as you did towards me on that last day we spoke. After you went on your little rant, talking about how I was a narcissist, how I never listened to anything you said, how I always talk like I am asking you for pity. I&#8217;m sorry, but I do not\u00a0<em>want\u00a0<\/em>your pity. You misunderstood my intention, and I cannot help that. I never said that I thought you were stupid when I had to repeat whatever it was that I had just said; it never even crossed my mind &#8211; those words came from you, not me. I never intended to make you feel that way, but you clearly wanted me to feel as horribly as you did about a month and a half ago.<\/p>\n<p>Honestly, I&#8217;m not so sure I should have forgiven you as easily as I did. Maybe I only did it because I missed you. I missed having more than one person to talk to about whatever I wanted to. I missed being able to look at my phone and smile whenever I saw a message from that person I&#8217;d been waiting to hear from all day. I probably shouldn&#8217;t have. But I couldn&#8217;t help myself. I couldn&#8217;t help but miss you because you made me feel like everything was okay. Anytime I got to talk to you, I would get this huge, stupid grin on my face, and I would completely forget whatever had been bothering me. And it never seemed like that to you, I guess, because I&#8217;m terrible at expressing my feelings to other people. But trust me, it&#8217;s the truth; I have no reason to lie about this.<\/p>\n<p>As an example of what you do to me, let&#8217;s talk about this: every time I would get a notification on my phone, I would secretly hope that it was you, even in that time we did not speak for a month. And when it was? Jeez, when it\u00a0<em>was\u00a0<\/em> you, I felt like one of those giddy teenage girls that people always make fun of on movies and sit-coms. I&#8217;ve never had that feeling before. And I feel weird just typing it out, knowing that some of my classmates very well may read it. But it&#8217;s the truth. I don&#8217;t want it to be, but it is. I&#8217;m usually the type of person to hold grudges &#8211; believe me &#8211; and this one, I can&#8217;t seem to even\u00a0<em>mend<\/em>, which is typically the easiest part for me.<\/p>\n<p>Sincerely,<\/p>\n<p>someone who wishes that when they said goodbye, they meant it<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Dear you (again), You come back to me a month after we last talked, saying that you&#8217;re sorry? You&#8217;re\u00a0sorry?\u00a0You\u00a0should\u00a0be sorry. You made me feel like I wasn&#8217;t a person &#8211; like I deserved to be treated exactly as you did towards me on that last day we spoke. After you went on your little rant, &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2017\/11\/02\/a-letter-pt-2\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;A Letter (pt.2)&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":20,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1361"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/20"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1361"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1361\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1425,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1361\/revisions\/1425"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1361"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1361"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1361"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}