“That’s not who you are.”
“I heard about you dancing on the bar downtown at The Aquarium. I heard that you got sick,” he explained. “That’s not who you are”.
Well, fuck you in the face.
It’s like it never even occurred to him that maybe I am the girl who dances on the bar, who spontaneously goes to Disney World, and who makes out with hot Australians. Little does he know, I wasn’t myself when I was with him. But I am myself now, the best version of myself. And I am happy.
Sorry, but you never actually knew me, just like I never actually knew you.