Broadway Junction/bpd

I saw you a few months ago skating at Broadway Junction while I was waiting for the J train. Sometime in May.. the first thing I noticed, beside your shirt, was that you had recently gone back to Virginia because you had a retwist. Your locs looked fresh and so was the hairstyle. The only thing replaying over and over in my head was how glad I was to not be near you during that time. It brought back thoughts of your friend putting her hands on you and you guys having sex. Very grateful I wasn’t involved because I definitely believed all of it. In my eyes ya fucked until she says otherwise. She never did. I disliked how when I asked for confirmation, because I was afraid of confrontation you’d tell me you’d arrange for me to talk with them and I’d say no. And when the courage kicked in you didn’t allow me to talk to them. A and DJ, as well as J. Idk if it’s bpd or life, at times I miss being wrapped around your arms. Other times sleeping with you, no pillows 😮‍💨. But a lot of the time I’m just grateful to have had you when I did because it feels like it wasn’t meant for forever. You had zero commitment in my eyes. I got a lot of growing up to do. I think you do too. Good luck on your journey. I’ll always love you, but you’re no longer the one in my eyes. Just the one to teach me things and open me up to a world of possibilities.