I Hope You’re Happy, Honestly

I saw the news you got engaged. I wonder if he knows all the things about you that I do. The ways you got hurt as a kid? The way you get so excited when Id make a joke about you.

Does he know about the ways you hurt me and I hurt you? Does he know about the other guy?

I don’t ask it because I’m still angry. I ask because you didn’t tell me. You weren’t ready for a commitment like I was, I get that, but I guess you are now.

I do genuinely hope you’re happy. I hope he’s everything I never was. I hope you found healing and peace and went to therapy finally. I hope you stopped telling everyone how awful I was too. Because I know I wasn’t perfect, but I never told my friends about how much you hurt me. I never dragged your name through the mud like you did to me.

I hope on your wedding day, you have the day I thought we would. I’ll be fine, don’t worry. I have football and beer to keep me occupied. And I won’t be writing you another one after this. But I just hope you’re happy.

I won’t forget about you. Maybe next time I see you I won’t want to die. Maybe we will laugh about it all of it some day. But, for now, I just hope you’re happy.