A little story.

This is a semi-rant - inspired by reality and music and books and a movie I just saw. I'd say maybe 60% of this is true - the rest is inspiration, and exaggeration. So don't go being - OMG EMILY WHO IS IT? Because I'm not going to rat out a friend - my poetic liscence is at use here, I'm feeling inspired.



I didn’t need to try to understand how you work. You were transparent and unguarded and it suited me just fine.

I didn’t need to be warned by both my friends, and yours. You don’t have a good track record with any of them, love.

I didn’t need you to be so lovely, that night we first met. You made me feel warm, and wanted, and comfortable.

I didn’t need you to tell me all of the things you knew I wanted to hear. You were genuine; at least, it seemed so. That was enough.

I didn’t need you to call me that time we talked for hours. Or dance with me at the place with the name neither of us can remember. Or send that one text message I’ve still got saved in my inbox. Or hold me so tight that night no one will quickly forget.

And - I didn’t need you to tell me that you’d started something else, with someone else. Or that it had been coming for a while. I didn’t need it all to seem like one big ol’ cliché.

But most of all, I didn’t need it to feel okay. I hate that it feels okay. Because I knew it was coming, I just didn’t want to fight it. Because I knew I wasn't enough, and I wasn't prepared to be enough. But - that's really actually okay with me.

I don’t need you to come back to me and make me do it all again. But I know you will. And you know what? That too, will be okay.