You may think its not necessary. I feel the same way too. As I write this, I'm convincing myself that this isn't a waste of time. I don't know for sure that this will make me feel better but I realized there weren't too many times in my life when I admitted what i was feeling. For once, I feel brave enough to say what's on my mind and I'd better grab the opportunity before I chicken out. Perhaps, I'm comforted by the thought that i don't and will never see you. In that sense, this craziness remains between you and me.
I appreciate the friendship and the conversations. You knew first hand how bored I was about my work and you helped me cope by talking to me. How many people can find someone worthwhile to talk to through Omegle? Not many, I suppose. Thank you for being rational, for listening to me, for remembering the things that I say. More than helping me deal with boredom, I felt I gained a friend. In return, I hope I was just as helpful to you as you were to me. I was in the chatroom to waste time but I found someone very insightful and interesting. Life is, indeed, full of surprises.
And I will always be grateful to you for your time, for your patience, for the humor, for the company. You are my proof that there are smart and sensible people in the chat room. I just wish I didn't get used to talking to you about anything and everything. My fault is that I expected it to go on and on.
It took me a while to understand why you stopped sending messages. Or maybe, I knew why but I was in denial. Truth is it doesn't really matter anymore. It's a done deal. I don't even like to know why you stopped sending messages and how busy you were. I guess not knowing saves me from blaming myself.
It's one thing to delete you from my list of contacts and another to have you send me messages.
I cant stop myself from replying to your messages. While I was successful at my attempt to stop sending messages, it's impossible for me to ignore you. As much as I force myself to be cold and distant when you occasionally drop me messages, I still end up asking how you're doing. I don't want to show I'm glad to hear from you but I guess it's still evident. I don't like having to wait for your messages to come. It's not your fault that I wait but when you send me messages out of the blue, that's what you do. You make me think that sooner or later another message will come. It makes me sad than happy because it makes me think how things are so different now.
Am I being overly-dramatic? I guess so. I wont offer excuses for feeling that way but I'm not proud of it either. I know this will end whatever chances we have of talking like we used to. After this, I'll probably interpret any attempt on your part to say hi as politeness or pity for me. I don't want that so just ignore me. That way, I won't have to know your thoughts and I will be saved from further embarrassment. I miss you and our chat but I realize I can't have what I want. I'm choosing to get out of the cycle of waiting, hoping, wishing and being disillusioned. Perhaps this is the right thing to do, perhaps it's not. Who knows? All that matters now is that I said what I wanted to say.
Take care, Justin. Know that I will always wish that you and your loved ones will be happy and healthy.
I appreciate the friendship and the conversations. You knew first hand how bored I was about my work and you helped me cope by talking to me. How many people can find someone worthwhile to talk to through Omegle? Not many, I suppose. Thank you for being rational, for listening to me, for remembering the things that I say. More than helping me deal with boredom, I felt I gained a friend. In return, I hope I was just as helpful to you as you were to me. I was in the chatroom to waste time but I found someone very insightful and interesting. Life is, indeed, full of surprises.
And I will always be grateful to you for your time, for your patience, for the humor, for the company. You are my proof that there are smart and sensible people in the chat room. I just wish I didn't get used to talking to you about anything and everything. My fault is that I expected it to go on and on.
It took me a while to understand why you stopped sending messages. Or maybe, I knew why but I was in denial. Truth is it doesn't really matter anymore. It's a done deal. I don't even like to know why you stopped sending messages and how busy you were. I guess not knowing saves me from blaming myself.
It's one thing to delete you from my list of contacts and another to have you send me messages.
I cant stop myself from replying to your messages. While I was successful at my attempt to stop sending messages, it's impossible for me to ignore you. As much as I force myself to be cold and distant when you occasionally drop me messages, I still end up asking how you're doing. I don't want to show I'm glad to hear from you but I guess it's still evident. I don't like having to wait for your messages to come. It's not your fault that I wait but when you send me messages out of the blue, that's what you do. You make me think that sooner or later another message will come. It makes me sad than happy because it makes me think how things are so different now.
Am I being overly-dramatic? I guess so. I wont offer excuses for feeling that way but I'm not proud of it either. I know this will end whatever chances we have of talking like we used to. After this, I'll probably interpret any attempt on your part to say hi as politeness or pity for me. I don't want that so just ignore me. That way, I won't have to know your thoughts and I will be saved from further embarrassment. I miss you and our chat but I realize I can't have what I want. I'm choosing to get out of the cycle of waiting, hoping, wishing and being disillusioned. Perhaps this is the right thing to do, perhaps it's not. Who knows? All that matters now is that I said what I wanted to say.
Take care, Justin. Know that I will always wish that you and your loved ones will be happy and healthy.
