Fiona has had enough.
I hope you’re happy. I hope that you’re doing well; eating well, staying in shape, and doing well in school. All I wanted for you was the best, and I’ve never lost faith in that. I know you have the tenacity and the diligence to get what you needed done, and those attributes are what I admired most about you. I haven’t stopped thinking about you, and I know it’s been a while, and our time was so short, but I still feel as if I have some sort of connection to you, whether you feel like it or not. I just hope you’re doing well, and that you know somebody still cares about you.
Part of me is still with you, and I hope you still cherish it. I always think of you; how you’re doing, if you’re doing well in school, if you’re even eating right. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about you, but I realize that I have to accept it, and live with it. We both live separate, but happy lives. Cherish what you have of me, as I will to you.
I’m still young, and the mistake that people make is that I’m expected to know what I want at this age. Let people make their own journeys. Date who they want, love who they want, and talk to who they want. We all want to explore the wonders and who is out there; they’re just finding themselves. It’s better to know than to wonder for the rest of your life.
When somebody abruptly leaves you and no longer wants to contact you, two emotions run through your being; frustration and sadness. Frustrated because you have so much to say, so many questions that need to be asked, and so many emotions that need to be expressed, but they don’t want to listen or adhere to them. Sadness because you have so much on your mind that needs to be expressed, but you’re helpless to express them to the one person that needs to hear it. Feeling helpless is the most frustrating feeling because it’s as if you’re in a room, screaming at the top of your lungs for help, and the one person on the other side that can help you can’t hear you.