Before you Fall in Love with Me - Caitlin S.

Stop. You can’t love me because you’re lonely, or because I am the only one who doesn’t piss you off. I want to piss you off, I want to get on your fucking nerves. I don’t want the responsibility of always being your rock. I will try, but I’m a mess, too. I lie, I sleep too much and I don’t like children under the age of 6, really. I don’t even know if I want kids because I’m selfish, and mothers can’t be selfish once they decide to carry another life.


I’m always looking for the rain to come so I trip over my own feet. I know exactly what the air smells like before a storm.

Before you fall in love with me, I want you to know that I cry a lot because it feels good, and I masturbate at least 4 times a week, and you might fall out of love with me before either of us are ready for it.

I have no experience with this. I’m trying to be brave and smart but its almost impossible to be both at the same time.

You can’t love me like a fire escape. Sometimes I will be the match, or the smoke under the door. I don’t know what I’m doing, all I know is that we all catch fire sometimes, before we even get warm.

Before you fall in love with me, I want you to know that there’s a 50% chance that this won’t work, that one of us will wind up hating the other. I will try to keep your head above water, but sometimes I’ll need help, too.

I can’t be your savior, and I don’t expect you to be mine. Just watch me unfold and I’ll watch you unfold, too. We’ll get drunk and tell each other everything. I know that’s cheating but maybe it’ll be alright. Maybe we won’t wake up embarrassed.

I am going to fall in love with you, too, feet first. Maybe we’ll slow dance off a building together, maybe we’ll have forgotten each other’s names by this time next year. I don’t care, the sky is gray with or without you, so I’m not going to look up anymore, I’m going to look ahead .


—Before You Fall in Love with Me, Caitlyn S.

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I have always maintained that I am a strong person on the outside. Yes I show my emotions, but about as superficially as I can. So, yes I am strong, or at least I was till I met you. No, wait that isn’t correct, I was strong even after I met you. It was much after that, that you broke me. I know what you are thinking right about now, and no I am not being overly dramatic. I could never be more serious than I am in this moment as I write this. It has taken a good fifteen months to come out, so believe me I am serious. You didn’t break my heart, no you didn’t – it was never yours to break. What you did was so much worse. It was my trust and some measure of my strength that you destroyed – annihilated with your blatant disregard for how I felt for what happened with us and with all your blithe platitudes.  You know what, I am angry. Furious beyond belief. There is a storm raging inside me that refuses to calm down. And you are the reason.

I have rarely had cause to regret any relationship I have been in, rarely have regretted the decisions taken in my relationships and i never regretted the way they ended. I regret you, V, I do. From the core of my being I regret ever having made that move to talk to you. I regret not staying home that night, I regret going to the fundraiser, I regret setting eyes on you and I regret letting you sway me with that kiss. More than ever I wish that kiss had not happened. Most of all, I really regret not telling you what was going on with me. In my foolishness I thought I could do that on my own, deal with me on my own, deal with everything on my own. I thought I did not need your support. But, it was never about support with us, was it. No, I wish I had told you only because I needed you to know, that is all. Know what I was going through. You needed to be put through the torture of knowing what I was going through, what I had gone through. It wasn’t easy and you needed to fucking know. But even then you did not break me. Because it had been after all my own choice to not say anything to you, to deal on my own and deal I did. No this wasn’t what broke me.

It was your callous attitude towards everything when I did tell you. That was the breaking point. It was then that I realized that all those drinks dates visits to the Cottage were payment for services rendered. And yes, there I said it – you made me feel reduced to a bought for and cheap girl. And you know when it became clear? That day I told you, between your prolonged lunch date and the movie you were going to. I still remember it – Ship of Theseus. Any self respecting, no cross that woman respecting man would have cancelled that movie, or at the least have the decency to call at least once after. Not once did you ask how I was doing. Your first lines of course were – you should have told me, why didn’t you tell me. Followed by – I have to go for a movie, but we need to talk. I write this 15 months later, and we still need to talk, V. we met a few times, you uttered platitudes made lame statements, hell you even expressed regret at not having responded to that message. And you know what you just showed your own cheapass standard by not talking. By not calling. And I can not guarantee that you will be entirely safe around me should I ever set eyes upon you. for the first time in my life you have made me insecure about myself, about the way men see me. And it makes me so murderous towards you just thinking about this. That all it really took was a few sweet words from a fucking bastard like you to bring me to my knees. I can’t trust what any man says because of you. know that there is at least one person who will never wish you well, in the all her lifetime.  I pray that you get your just desserts, and that you suffer at least as much I did if not more.  This is what you have reduced me to, this bitter, malicious person who is so consumed with hatred for you that she can’t look at other men without seeing the injustice of you, without hating them for how you were.