the final end.

I was here, all the time. Waiting for you to notice I was here just for you. Time has passed and I'm getting tired. I'm tired of you being bipolar. I'm tired of you being nice and than rude to me. I'm sick of you saying "if you need me, I'm here for you" and than you're not. But now, I'm setting things right. I'm going to leave you and this time I mean it. You may not believe me, but with time I will forget that you are cute and nice. With time, I'll stop seeing you as the only cute guy that has spoke to me in a while.
I'm going to be better without you. Without your changes of humor. I'll be better off of you.
We can still be friends, if you like. You don't need to pretend anymore. You can do whatever you want. You can even tell me to screw myself. Now, we can do whatever we want. And what I really want is to tell you that it's over. I'm done waiting for you to see that I'm here waiting for you to say something, do something. I'm tired of waiting. I've been waiting it for too long.
It's fine for you to say that you're happy with my decision. Its fine for you, once again, doesn’t notice I'm different. It's fine.
Maybe. But just maybe... One day we cross paths and we can have a coffee and talk about the weather, if you like. One day, if we both want to we can be friends again. We may, one day, talk to each other.
One day you may even notice that I was different a few times ago. One day you'll know that I was getting confused and tired of waiting for you. One day, you'll realize that you'd lost me.
And finally, one day we may talk about this and laugh. One day, I believe, we'll be able to laugh about all this and be happy.
But maybe, only maybe, we won't cross paths and we won't talk again and we won't be able to laugh together about this. But that only time will tell.
I'm really sorry, cute nice guy, I'm done.
With all the love I have.
Yours only,
Molly Wilson.