Honesty Pants

Dear Ex- Almost Flame,
I wish my mind would stop chasing after you. But you are those annoying trick candles that never seem to burn out. As soon as I think I’m over you, you pop up again, and each time you are more wonderful than before. This distance doesn’t make my heart grow fonder. Instead, it creates space for me to fill up all the excuses why we could never be. I need to stop blaming you. Because, really, how can you fairly hold someone responsible for breaking your heart when they had no idea they were holding it in this first place? I know the only person I can blame is myself – for giving you something you weren’t ready to hold. Something you were never meant to hold. I need to stop giving my heart away and wait for a boy who actually asks for it.