“I know you.”
Oh, but you don’t.
You don’t know me at all-
You know the version of me that you created,
and she is not who I am now.
You don’t get to see the me who drives disoriented old ladies home from Sheetz;
Boyfriend in tow with my car because I had to drive hers.
You don’t get to see the me that works sleep and works some more;
Because you ruined my mental health and working was exhausting back then.
You don’t get to see the me who is kind and patient;
The me that cooks full meals and is up at 7am and in bed by 10pm.
You never met the version of me who is grounded emotionally and financially-
The version who can splurge buy from Taylor swifts Holliday store and still be fine because I’ve been saving my money.
I walk different-
Move different.
I am not the same version of me that you knew;
And that’s why I even sound different to you.
You don’t know me anymore;
This version of me is forgiving and healed.
She’s hardworking and responsible.
She’s loved and appreciated.
You got the tortured, angry and hurt version of me because that’s what you did to me.
You no longer know me-
And you will never get to love this version of me because you destroyed her the first time.
Move on.
