What I Thought I Knew

I said people could stay friends after a breakup because I felt it in my heart that it was true. I thought I knew the other sides’ sentiments, but maybe what I thought I knew wasn’t true.

When the “Dear” becomes just a “Hi” you’re left wondering why. I thought you couldn’t be hated for no reason. I thought being yourself was the ultimate admission that you love your character and, thus, others would do the same — because rumor has it, no one likes the fake.

I thought people could only change for the better and seeing karma bite their asses would be the best feeling ever.

Every year I think birthdays don’t matter, but then I see mine on the calendar, staring, in big numbers and letters. And I convince myself it’s okay if no one calls to proclaim their once-a-year undying love and put you on a pedestal.

But it’s hard to ignore the less than stellar wishes and the absence of those who once mattered the most…and the ones who never dared say a word.

There was a time when I thought maturity came with age and mutual relationships wouldn’t affect one individual’s choice and phase. But I’ve got to see firsthand the difference between the two; maturity is being aware of their callousness and still be willing to act as an adult, while age is just a time construct.

Maybe one day I’ll elaborate on everything that I used to believe. Maybe one day I’ll stop being so naïve. But for now, I’ll just conclude by saying that there are a lot of things I’ve led myself on and things that I’ve been conditioned to believe. But what I thought I knew, I know now it’s not true.

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