Today, my phone decided that

It wanted to delete every single sickeningly sweet text

That you’ve ever sent me, from the “Goodnight my

slutty cheerleader” and the “I’ve only gone one day

without speaking to you, but I miss you” to the

“Just imagine I’m giving you a big kiss goodnight” and it

Got me thinking. For this to happen on the day where

You happened to forget I existed despite the fact that I

Was right beside you, it’s a little coincidental, don’t you think?

And you know I’m a believer in fate – the most spiritual atheist

You’ll ever meet – so it’s striking me as a sign, especially when

It coincides with all the emotion brewing inside of me.

Today isn’t the first time that I’ve considered ending it,

It’s just never been this strong before. Maybe we can work

This through, but you’re going to need to convince me of that

Since I can’t look at you anymore without the resounding need

To cry, a brick wall built between us emotionally when you

Walked past me, suffering from a lapse in memory where

You seemed to forget that I was your girlfriend. That we

Actually have a relationship. Yeah, a relationship, you know,

One of those strange things where people commit themselves

To one another because they care deeply for each other.

I can’t trust the guy that takes me for a stranger. I can’t trust the

Guy that refuses to trust me. I know you’re not perfect, and I

Accept your faults – all but this one. I don’t care that there are

Many, many things more important than me, and I don’t care

That I’m never going to be your first priority, but I need, I expect

You to recognise my existence and at least like me enough to

Give me the time of day. After all, if you didn’t like me, why the hell

Would you call me your girlfriend? I feel like I’m stating the obvious,

That if you want to call me your girlfriend, you’re going to have to treat

Me like I am. I refuse to believe that you haven’t worked that out yet –

I’m questioning your sincerity, because it seems just a little hypocritical

That you care so deeply for me but continue to push me away at times like

These. This is why fate has me thinking that today might be the last in which

We’re represented by the single pronoun “us” instead being recognised as

Two separate people. Who knew that a simple phone malfunction could be

Representative of the end of something that used to be beautiful, our

Relationship.