The text I didn’t send

​Miul has been in fine form lately; jealous, needy, desperate, then angry. I’ve been letting him go off because I see no reason to do otherwise, quite frankly. He decided who I am and how I feel long ago. Now I am here and can turn off the phone instead of punch a wall. It’s better. In some ways I’m further from where I want to be than ever, but I also know that I’ll get there. I will get there.

You are wrong. And I can’t seem to get through to you because you don’t listen to me, you don’t hear. So here I am now, getting less of what I asked you for during our years together but full of hope that someday someone will get it, and I won’t even need to beg.


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