It’s not fair that you get to be under my skin.
It’s not fair that I had feelings for you and you can put up a wall and just “play around” with me. It’s entirely my fault for getting attached to you and leading myself down this path that leads nowhere good, but it’s still not fair. It’s not fair that I have to overhear conversations between you and your ex. It’s not fair that I had to find out that you slept with someone else and it wasn’t me…and wasn’t ever going to be me.
It’s not fair that you get to be unscathed, sitting at home alone on your couch watching TV for hours, only opening up to the world when you want to. It’s not fair that I’m the one who has to be hurt, and I can’t even tell you about it because I know it would only hurt me more.
It’s especially not fair that every fiber of my being has to resist reaching out to you, speaking to you, sending you a text, wanting you to comfort me about the very things that you did that hurt me.
It is not fair that I’ve been vulnerable and you know it. And I still am. I am young, vibrant, and hopeful, while you consider yourself old, jaded, and angry. But I’m the one who has to be hurt.
It’s not fair, and it does hurt.