Sigh.
I'm done. I'm honestly just...done. It's been a week since Peter's last message. I messaged him on Sunday. Nothing. I'm just tired of being left on read. Do you know how fucking sad that makes me? I know he doesn't owe me anything. I'd like to think he came back into my life for a reason, but I'm genuinely struggling with coming up with one.
I know from an outsiders prospective he may seem like an ass because of what I've been writing lately, but he's genuinely not. He's really not. You don't know him like I do, you don't know our history and you'll never understand how close we were years ago before his wife came along.
I get that he could be busy, I get that he could just not be feeling well due to the effects of his cancer. I get that. A week isn't a long time, but it FEELS like it when it comes to him. You have no idea how much I hoped that maybe one day he'd come back into my life. When I got that friend request from him last month, I nearly fucking cried. I know it's me being dramatic yet again. But deep down I'm really scared he's going to ditch me again like he did a long time ago.
I will not be messaging him again unless he messages me first.
1:23 p.m. - Tuesday, Nov. 29, 2022
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