Outcast

We were together for so long, it seems forever. I’ve become so used to you, yet sought alternatives. I wanted to see what others were like, what fascination others could bring.

I got my wish. We are separate. You longed for me for the longest time, but I refused. I seeked adventure, independence. Solitude.

Now, we are separate. Only, you no longer long for me. Your tone of voice, the one you used talking to me, when we first flirted, is now used on another. Our discussions lead nowhere, yet with another, you manage to talk. Giggle. Make plans.

I got my wish. We are separate. I am no longer bothered by you, pestered by your insistence of us being together.

Why am I jealous, then?

Why does my heart ache when you stop talking to me in that cute, loving, flitatious way? Why do I feel pain when you start talking to another in that way?

What am I to do? I cannot ask you to stop, you are not mine to command, not that you ever were. I cannot ask you to com

I got my wish. We are separate. You longed for me for the longest time, but I refused. I seeked adeeded. Maybe all I wanted was you constantly needing me.

Maybe you’re not the one who needs me. Maybe I’m the one who needs you.