Don’t slide into my DMs, expecting things to go back to the way they used to be between us. You can’t rewind time. You can’t pretend the past never existed. You can’t make me forget about the awful way you treated me in the past.
No matter how suave you think you are, you won’t be able to come up with a good enough excuse for why you disappeared for such a long time. You won’t be able to trick me into believing it’s not actually your fault you ghosted.
You decided not to talk to me anymore. You decided our ‘relationship’ was over. But you don’t get to decide if it starts again.
Don’t expect me to forget the way you disappointed me when I was actually interested in having a relationship with you. You hurt my heart at the time. You were the only one I wanted at the time. Leaving might not have seemed like a big deal from where you were standing, but from my side, it was a disaster. It was a heartbreak it took me a while to get over.
Even though you think you can wrap me around your finger, you’re not automatically going to earn my forgiveness, just because you decided to show up again. I’m not going to start acting buddy-buddy with you, simply because you dropped a few compliments. I’m not that easy to win over. I’m not that stupid.
Don’t expect me to sweep everything under the rug, just because you’ve suddenly decided you were bored enough to walk back into my life. You’re not the one who gets to decide whether we are flirting or whether we are strangers. I can make those decisions, too, and right now there’s nothing I have to say to you. There’s no way my standards are going to swing low enough to let you back into my world. There’s no way you’re going to be treated the same way by the new me as you were by the old me.
You walked away from someone who genuinely cared about you, who wanted the best for you, who would’ve done anything for you, but that girl is no longer around. That girl is long gone. You’re never going to see her again.
So, please, don’t slide into my DMs with the expectation I am going to fall all over you again. Don’t expect me to be jumping up and down over the fact that you started a conversation first. Don’t expect me to start flirting with you the way I would in the beginning, back when I was crazy about you.
Back then, I would’ve been happy to get any attention from you. I would’ve been flattered at any compliment, no matter how cliche it seemed. I would’ve felt like the luckiest person in the world.
But it’s a little too late now. You messed up too many times. You made it obvious you cannot reach my most realistic standards. You made it clear we aren’t actually meant for each other.