i didn’t order ravioli.

I’m mad at you. I’m mad at you for ever walking into my life. I didn’t order ravioli. I didn’t ask for this. I’m mad at you for ruining every other option for me. I’m mad at you for making me choose me over you. I didn’t want this hurt. I didn’t deserve it. I’ve hurt enough. I’m mad at you that I can’t talk to you. I’m mad at you for becoming someone worth missing. I’m mad at you for not ever promising to stay. I’m mad at you for being honest, and trusting, and transparent. For being beautiful and kind, and raw. I’m mad at you for becoming my favorite person. I was okay without knowing. I never wanted to know. What’s the point of knowing? If it’s always a no.