Questions for a friend

This one I had to write for someone I care for. I must admit some of my words here sound cruel and insensitive, but if you know my friend as much as I do, you'll understand why I am writing this way. Honestly, if I could make him feel pain physically, I would rather punch and kick him to wake him up to his senses; unfortunately, nothing hurts more than a broken heart and a broken will. So here it goes:


Dear friend,

So you cried. Is he worth spilling your tears over? Someone capable of treating you so callously does not merit a drop, but you do not see that at all, do you?

Why would you want someone who does not want you back, not in the way you wanted him to? He wants someone else, so why do you wish that he'd change his mind (and heart)?

Why do you spend so much time and energy proving to him that you can play around, that like him you can f_ck-and-go? Did you think you'll hurt him that way? He would hardly ever notice, wouldn't even care when he does, and guess what? You'll only hurt yourself.

You said you wanted things to be simple, yet you contradict yourself by wishing for impossible things. You want him to love you; you might as well wish for the moon.

Why do you go on searching for the one who will complete you; didn't you know that you were never incomplete?

Why do you say friendship is important to you; if it is so important, then why do you surround yourself with people whose idea of friendship is a night with you at a bar, cruising, only to leave you as soon as the the next trick take their fancy?

I thought you wanted to talk? To do so you have to be able to listen.

Why do you look for love at all the wrong places? You go in a hookup bar, you get hooked up. Nothing more, nothing less.

Why do you blame him for losing your self-confidence? It was yours to lose anyway, not his. Blame yourself then.

You wanted your life back? If what you had is a life that led you to this dark place, aren't you wishing for hell twice over?

You can f_ck around all you want. You can stay awake at night wishing he'd call you and beg you to be his. You can frequent the bars he goes to on Friday nights and watch him dance the night away with someone, anyone but you.

You can cry until your eyes are dry and your throat is parched.You can mope forever.

But remember: You'll wake up one day and realize that the sun has not stopped rising at dawn nor has it stopped setting at dusk. Life goes on, and it is you who dared to stop loving yourself.