Lets Pretend.

Lets pretend that you called me on my 18th birthday, and that you didn't just put a card in my mailbox without knocking on the door.

If I'm not the one to call, we don't talk. I finally gave up on you. I told myself I wouldn't call you anymore. I waited for you to call me. The result: we haven't talked in months.

I didn't expect you to call, show up, or send me a card on my birthday. Well, at least I got a card, right? I wish you would have written more than: welcome to adulthood xoxo. But you can't get everything you want.

I don't know why I let you get to me. I allow myself to believe that maybe you will love me and want me in your life. Then reality hits me and I feel fragile. I guess I'm still like a little girl in that way.