why do you get to be over it?

why do you get to be totally fine?

i still remember at the beginning how frustrated you were that no one ever returned your affections or efforts in a way that panned out. i couldn't have known then that in the end, you probably left before they did.

but we always end up passing on the best things. i could've stayed with the only boy who ever gave me flowers, all those years ago. he cared for me so, so much, and i just threw it all away.

oh well, karma is as karma does. maybe this is for all those years i was such a bitch.