When the Book of Me was fully open to the life of you, it was tough handling what was written on those really private pages wasn’t it? Now that the private section is closed off to you, it’s tough not always knowing what’s written there. Especially, the private parts you think may be about you.
Sucks for you, huh?
And what if there are? Private parts written about you…
I could tell you that there is nothing concerning you, but it’s me, with a history of you. We both would know that for a blatant lie. A part of you is always going to be in that very private section of me.
I could tell you a truth that may have something to do with you, but what could you do about it even if you wanted to? Would it assuage your curiosity? Build an even thicker wall between us?
I could mind fuck with you and tell you, yes there is something, something that I can’t tell you, knowing the curiosity of such would drive you crazy. But I couldn’t live with myself putting you through that for no reason other than Schadenfreude.And I am happy to say, I now care a hell of a lot more about who I see reflected in my mirror, than who I thought I saw reflected in your eyes.
Or I could do exactly what I did, and tell you the truth…there is nothing concerning you, that you need to know about. I know, you do not like not knowing anything that may concern you. It may bug you for a hot second, but by the time you’re reading this (if you ever do), I know you’re already over it.
(I hope) you know me well enough to realize, if it really were important for you to know, I’d tell you.
So you say you can’t read me any more, not the way you used to. Is it really that surprising? We had a long time apart and neither of us are the same people anymore. I had to quickly learn to build one bitch of a thick ass wall to function around you without falling apart. The wall held shakily at first, but it is formidable now. I don’t know how to lower it.
Besides, I don’t think I should.
When I desperately need a friend to open up a page to at 3am, your name is no longer on the short list which comes to mind. While, I may still choose tell you things others may not be privy to, you’re no longer among those few 3am-ers. Thus you no longer have access to deep private pages written any more. And that really is a shame; for you were an excellent sounding board once.
These are the new chapters of the Book of Me.
Only time will tell if you are a continuing character…
…Or already an epilogue.