“The love that can heal and the love that might be broken, but you can always stitch it up. It might have a scar, but that’s just life”—Hennessy Echemendia
“I Will Not Beg”
Fiction. Based on a True Realization of Vying for Attention.
This journal entry is inspired by true events. Some of the characters, names, businesses, incidents, and certain locations and events have been fictionalized for dramatic purposes. Any similarity to the name, character or history of any person is entirely coincidental and unintentional.
I will not beg
For a sliver of your attention.
I will not wait around
For you to text.
How many hours did I waste
Waiting for something from your end.
How I hoped for something to happen.
Just some sign that you cared.
It’s apparent where your priorities lie.
If I don’t cross your mind enough
To deign a response
Then it’s clear where you stand.
I can read between the silence and unanswered texts.
I’m just sorry I didn’t listen to the message sooner.
Some will say I’m being impatient
Or that I’m not being understanding.
There are things that get misinterpreted
On the other end of a screen.
But I know when the feeling isn’t there.
I don’t have to be a priority
But I should be more than a passing thought.
If I’m not worth making time for
Then I know how you really feel.
I don’t want to be an afterthought
Or someone you talk to when boredom strikes.
I’m worth more than that.
I will walk away
And keep moving forward
Not hanging onto the hope that you’ll call.
I will not beg for your attention.
I will not wait around.
There comes a time when you have to realize
That it’s better to just move on.