Stan #11

Dear Stan,
I thought I knew you so well; I thought you were someone else. Evidently, I just fell for your front. How long have I been with you for now? Too long. I remember, but you can't. Something is wrong with that. Everytime I am around you, you always mention the other girls, you mention the rest of them. Am I like them? When I get you alone, you still talk about her. You still talk about the things she does, the things she would do. Do I remind you that much of her? God, I sure hope not. You have changed so much since I first met you. You were so good to me, you held me tight, you kissed my nose. You were the greatest thing I have ever had. You showed me how a guy should treat me. You were amazing in the beginning. I could never have imagined to be treated so good, to feel loved, to feel needed but then you changed. You now use me every chance we're alone. You use me infront of your friends. You tell me to keep my mouth shut when we are around people so I am not an embarrassment to you. You just want me on your arm to show the world that you could catch me. That you own me. Well you know what? You don't own me. I am not an object. Evidently, I am worthless to you. I mean nothing. I'm yesterdays newspaper, just throw me out on the curb along with all your other garbage. You would always talk yourself up saying how you are different from all the other guys out here, that you cared more, that you treated girls with more respect but no, you are just like every other guy out there. I thought you were different. Evidently not. The hell did I do wrong? Nothing. Why can't you see all that you were, all that we could have been. Why did you pretend to be someone else? Why were you being fake with me? I was falling for you, I was falling way too hard. What happened to that? You were falling too. What happened to that? What happened to who you used to be? You were so good, you were so grand, but you lied! You blend in with all the people around you, trying to be someone you're not, and you are doing pretty good at it. Can't you see that you are not meant to be some conformist bastard? You're different, well at least you were, but now baby, I am done being used by you, I am done being hurt by you. As I am about to fall in, nothing you can do or say can stop me now, Honey, I hope these words echo in your mind: YOU COULD HAVE SAVED ME FROM DROWNING.