In life we are always planning.

Planning what we want to be when we grow up, how we want to spend our money, where we want to live, who we want to end up with…. things like that.

Planning what your going to say when someone approaches you with lame pick up lines, planning how to tell your parents you just got your first detention, planning your first road trip.

There is a lot of prepperation for this life we lead.

What about prepaing what you are going to say to someone when they try to come back to you…. You know when you and your significant other break up and you just get that gut feeling like they are going to call and ruin that next date you are about to go on….

How do you prepare that speech?
How do you supress the pain, and disregard the hope long enough to prepare that speech?
How do you even know you are ready to give that speech?
Are you supposed to be mean because that’s how is should be by now?
Or should you be kind given the fact you cared for so long?
Or disregard that you ever knew them and just hate them for waisting your time?
Are you supposed to defend yourself against the monster they are now, or give into the lover they were then?
Do you accept others peoples input, or fend for yourself?

I mean this is ALL preperation.

Preparing for that moment….. 
The moment you’re hoping it hits them!
When they realize what they have done to you, and the pain they have put you through. 
Preparing for the moment when they do one of two things
a) try to appologize
b)try to speak to you like NO time has passed and you are just old pals.

And when either one is done you have already worked through the kinks, so you dont stumble over your words, or allow his hollow promises to sway your already corrupted heart.

given this… with every preperation there comes risk.
Risk that after all that time stewing and rehersing nothing comes of it.
Your parents ground you over the detention anyways.
You change careers 6 times because each one just isnt it.
You travel the world because home just doesn’t feel like home anymore.
That moment of realization never strikes them.
They choose to be a coward and never speak your name again.

Who knew that even not being here, you could be such a waste of time.