Unsent Messages

You're not the type to read this or write one. But I am.
Some people say love is like a rollercoaster, but I guess ours was one of those rides that bring you high enough to see the entire city and then drop you back to where you started. The rise up was so much fun. We did all the fun lovey-dovey stuff that you see in the movies. I told you I loved you, you said it back, and I thought everything was perfect. I even met your parents. But I guess our fast rise was doomed to a fast crash. I was so engaged with the idea of being in love that I ignored the things that really bothered me. I like my own music even though you don't. I take care of myself even though you said I don't. I love my friends even though you don't. I like being a liberal, you like Trump. I just wish you didn't break me down and say you weren't in love with me even after months of I love yous. Couldn't you have just waited to say it back if you didn't mean it? Now I'm left picking up the pieces of my heart like the pieces of clothing you always left at my place. Like the rise and fall ride, I got a view of all the city lights and what love could and should look like, so I guess in the end I'm grateful that we came crashing back to the ground and got to walk away from the person I was strapped in with. I never even really liked the rise and drop rides anyway. I still don't. Next time I go on a carnival ride, I hope it's with someone who wants to ride a real rollercoaster instead of putting me through the Tower of Terror.