Nothing Is Something

I get it. You might think that it’s nothing to disappear. I can see why you might think it was a mistake getting back in touch; it doesn’t matter if it was intentionally with conversation or through that classically complicated mutual right swipe. Either way, you stayed around for a while and didn’t say much, until one day I wasn’t able to say anything back to you at all.

Sure, there’s no rule that says you have to keep me in your life. We don’t work, I don’t fit, “he’s just not that into you.” Whatever it is, fine, your choices are your own and it’s not my place to tell you they’re wrong. Disappearing is easy. Whether it’s hitting the Unmatch button or simply choosing not to reply anymore, it’s so common to become a ghost nowadays that it’s easy to treat it casually.

But here’s the thing you’re not considering. When you leave without saying goodbye, even if that goodbye is more of an “Oops, I didn’t mean to come back into your world soooo, I’m gonna’ go now ….”, you’re fucking with an empath who decided to put the past aside and choose to be happy to see you. You’re telling me that you think I’m a fool for wanting to leave the past behind and continue knowing each other because I think you’ve got good in you and I do too. You’re telling me that it wasn’t enough when you disappeared the first time around; now you’re back with a little more salt to pour into my wounds. More sodium isn’t what I need, please and thank you.

I don’t need you to love me. Shit, I don’t even need you to like me. What I do need, and I’ll give you a second to grab a pen and paper for this one … what I need is for you to treat me like a human. Because, even if our moment’s passed, your casual dismissal was an unnecessary dark cloud in my day, and I’m on a sunshine kick lately, thank you very much.