I Hope You're Happy

This post is the conclusion of another blogpost I wrote earlier, titled "Real Beauty".

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I really do hope you're happy.

In a parallel world, we could be curled up on a couch, eating pizza and watching bad chick flicks which you picked out.

We could have had those annoyingly cheesy "no you hang up" conversations until one of us got cut off by the phone service provider because we ran out of credit.

We could have gone to those fund raisers you're so fond of and raised money for one of your good causes even though I was out of money and had to wake up early and all those excuses I'd have made up, but you'd have made me go anyway and earned my begrudged respect.

You could have met my friends and I would have tutored you on all our inside jokes so you wouldn't feel left out.

You'd have done the same with your friends, if you knew what was good for you.

I'd have come to your office on your birthday and made an embarrassing scene and maybe set your things on fire like Ross did to Rachel that one time.

Actually, come to think of it, I'd probably have found an excuse to make a giant gesture every other day because that's what I do.

You'd have shamed me into giving away half my money to homeless people and beggars on our way to dinner, so that we'd only have enough money to share an appetizer and a glass of water, having fits of laughter at the disgusted expression on the waiter's face.

We'd have a private language that no one else understood.

We'd be that couple who everyone else would use as an example for true love.

We would have had inexplicable fits of laughter over random things that only make sense in our heads.

You would have played your really bad music on my car's speakers and somehow I wouldn't mind because you're enjoying it.

We'd have long fights about very stupid trivialities and not talk for days until we intentionally forget about the fight because one of us had a joke or a funny situation to share and couldn't wait any longer for childish disagreements to resolve themselves.

You'd drag me kicking and screaming to go shopping with you and I'd jokingly mumble all the way there and then inexplicably have fun, even though you'd clean out my wallet doing the activity I hate most in the world (shopping, not cheating on me).

I'd proudly present you to everyone I know as the girl I plan on spending the rest of my life with.

We'd have a far away wedding and a serious discussion about the 12 people we plan on inviting.

We'd grow old together and have that happily ever after ending with the kids and the dog and the riding off into the sunset.

You wouldn't think this post was creepy.

But life doesn't work out that way. We don't always get what, or who we want. In a perfect, parallel universe, we'd be together and we'd be happy. But this is the real world, and you're with him and there's no way to change that. All I can do is hope he makes you as happy as I would have made you.

No, I don't mean to make you feel like you missed out, I genuinely wish that.

I will always be grateful to you for letting me know that I can have a relationship like that, and...

I wish you a long and happy life with someone else.