Do you remember when you told me it would be just you and me?
Do you remember when you said, I feel the same way you do?
Do you remember when you said, you make me feel like noone ever has?
Do you remember when you said, I think we were meant to be together?
Do you remember the 1st time you wanted to say you loved me, but you were hesitant , so I said it first?
Do you remember how hard it was to just make time for each other?
Do you remember when you said you wish it could be just you and me?
Do you remember when we first went out together, and you said it was like we were together the whole time?
Do you remember when you said it felt so right?
Do you remember when I wrote you, and you loved it?
Do you remember when you cried because I left?
Do you remember when you said you couldn't explain how good it felt, me and you together?
Do you remember when we said if we didn't find anybody when we were 30+ we would find each other?
Do you remember that feeling when everybody was talking about us, but they could never know just how close we were, only we knew, and we loved it?
Do you remember how you wanted me in your home, in your bed, even when you were married to another man?
Do you remember when I said I'd wait for you, no matter what?
Do you remember "walk the line"?
Do you remember when I didn't know what was going on, and I poured out my heart to you, and you gave me a kiss on the cheek, AKA the kiss of death?
Do you remember when you left me?
Do you remember when I left you?
Do you remember when you said I think we were meant to be together, we just didn't find each other at the right time?
Do you have any idea that I gave everything?
Do you have any idea that all I cared about was you?
Do you know how many times I put you first?
Do you have any idea how many times I put you first?
Do you know how bad I wanted you and me?
I remember all of this, every instance, every situation, every complication.
YOU DON'T!!!
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ReplyDeleteBright lights..big stage
A scene you’re more than familiar with
From outsider’s perspective, one would never imagine you delivering this victory speech
However, don’t forget I’ve seen you on your podium
This victim role you play, you do better than most I’ve met
So with that my friend, the Oscar goes to you.
Do you remember when you told me it would be just you and me?
I remember these words well, do you really remember?
Or did you forget this promise as you watched streaming tears in your rearview mirror?
You seem to forget some many little things, and spin your words and thoughts to once again play victim.
Many a stage have welcomed your act, and have had you back for sold out shows.
Playing on my stage, the story won’t be misconstrued.
There are things you’ve forgotten all too easily and things I could say here on my platform that I respectfully decline to deliver for sake of our friendship. Things that truly hurt, that I’ve put behind me. We climbed so far over our mountain of communication, now sliding from the summit by your destructive thoughts and words. How could I be so blind to think we could have climbed over the top together?
Your mind, courteous and kind-hearted, has become your prison in which you’re not able to break away from. I tried to break you out; I delivered the key of which you held for a brief instant and mistakenly threw back in my face. You had the key and made a mindful choice to not use it. How can someone break you out, if you never wanted to be free? I thought the time apart and self reflection would encourage you to see the path as I did. Your thoughts here, have proven me wrong.
Do you remember all the encouragement I gave you, all the advice on how to overcome challenges you freely admit?
Do you remember sliding all that advice under the table and doing it your own way, how’d that work out for you?
Do you remember the home you came to, the love welcoming you received, the respect and appreciation I gave you for leaving your comfort zone?
No one asked you to give up anything; you made that choice freely on your own?
Do you remember me aiding your habits, your addictions to pill and drink in an effort that you would be happy?
Do you remember needing these crutches to have a simple Sunday family dinner?
Do you really know how bad that hurt when a simple afternoon out, entailed me having to score for you ahead of time? In an effort that you would pretend to be social?
Do you know how many times I worried about your health and what my crutching was doing to you?
Do you remember the invitations I decline, because you were uncomfortable with my friends?
Do you remember the countless times I asked for you to talk to someone that could help with your destructive thoughts?
Did you ever listen? Do you know how it made me feel when you shrugged off my suggestions?
Do you really remember why you HAD to leave?
Do you really remember the selfish reason I HAD to stay?
Don’t you think I would have loved to have moved up to my home state? But my selfish desire to stay and be close to my cancer stricken father somehow was a self-centered maneuver in your eyes. Do you know how many times I had to listen to you beg me to move up despite his illness?
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ReplyDeleteDo you remember the countless hours I spent on preparing your resume and sending it out to positions here so that you could be with me?
Do you remember the surprises I planned for you?
The box seats to the longest game in the history of baseball. Who was by your side?
Do you remember me begging for us to do something on a weekend, but Sport Center was always the reason why we could not.
Do you remember your purple vehicle awaiting you to your birthday surprise weekend?
Do you remember me encouraging a relationship with your father? The long talks about his verbal abuse? How overcoming the hurt and anger would be the first step to putting the past behind you.
Do you remember even after you left, how I stood by your side when you told me of the deceit of your friends and the woman which you fell in love with?
Do you remember my concern when your head rested on another mans pillow? Not just any man, but a branded jealous man of the law?
Do you know how many nights I worried thinking he was going to discover your affair and hunt you down?
Do you remember who stood by you, had your back, and volunteered to contact to this swindling woman, in an effort for her to give you some closure?
Do you remember telling me how talking to her was easier than talking to me? How much you adored her?
Is she still standing next to your side?
How many times have I called to check on you?
Can you honestly say that you’ve done the same?
When I know something big is going on in your life, who calls to see how it went?
But I’ve yet to get a call to find out how I did on my brief.
Who is the only real friend you’ve ever had, one that has stood beside you no matter what, one who is still standing here and accepts you for who you are?
Have I ever sold you out, like others have done?
Do you remember anything at all that I did?
No you don’t remember ANY of this; you only remember what you choose to remember and how you can best relay your imaginary experience to others by your words for the sake of stirring some kind of emotion response from your audience.
I’m stepping down from the platform now, still hoping that you’ll come off yours one day too.
I’m still here, willing to do battle for you, wanting to stay close, hoping that one day you’ll heed my advice and part ways with your destructive thoughts.
Very well written!!!
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