I can barely say I know him cause he's a stranger now. He was a stranger when we met and he's a stranger now. The chemistry between us went from a boom to a bust. We went from talking all the time to barely talking. And the more the silence filled the space between us, the more evident it became that I was an option and not a priority.
I would occasionally find myself wondering what the hell I was doing, letting someone treat me as an option when I knew damn well what I was worth. So I did it. I decided to strap on my metaphorical heels and walk the hell out. Do I look back in regret? Hell no, some people are only there in your life to teach you a lesson and once they've played their role, the curtain closes on them. So I'm happy I met him. We would have been good friends but I don't believe in woulda, coulda,shoulda.
Some things never seen to fxcking work. Thanks Solange for summing that up for me ✌️