Don’t text me to say hey if you aren’t going to continue the conversation. Don’t get me excited about the idea of talking to you and then decide to leave my messages unanswered.
When your name appears on my phone, I am smashed with an adrenaline rush. It’s exciting to know you sent the first message for a change. It’s exciting to know, even though we are miles away, you randomly thought of me throughout the day. It’s exciting to know you actually wanted to talk to me because there are times when I cannot tell where you stand.
When you text first, it automatically puts me in a good mood. But when you do not respond to my response, my mood is ruined just as fast.
Do not text me and then disappear without a trace. Do not get my hopes up, only to have them come crashing back down again. Do not make butterflies zoom through my stomach for a few minutes if you have no intention of paying attention to me for the rest of the evening.
I hate how, somehow, even if you’re the one who started the conversation, I’m still the one left staring at a blank phone, wondering when you are going to get back to me. I am still the one feeling self-conscious, the one questioning every move I make, the one who cares more.
I don’t understand your mixed signals. I don’t know why you would bother to text me if you have no desire to talk to me.
When you start a conversation with me and then leave me hanging as soon as I answer back (which is never that long after), it makes me feel like a backup plan. It makes me think you were bored and sent out a message to a dozen different girls to see which ones replied back and then only decided to answer the one you liked best — and I didn’t make the cut.
Either that or you are intentionally messing with me. You are purposely playing with my feelings as an ego boost, to see how quickly you can get me to text back. And that is even worse.
I wish you would stop sending me careless messages. If you are going to send the first text again in the future, then you better have enough time to talk. You better give me more than one or two words. If you only say hey and then dip, I am going to assume you are only texting me until someone else better comes along.
I am not interested in trying to figure out what your silence means anymore. I don’t need to chase after someone who confuses me. I need someone who is straightforward with me. Someone who puts effort into their conversations with me. Someone who will talk to me from ten in the morning until ten at night, not someone who I am lucky to get a hello from, not someone who is immature and inconsistent.