Welcome Back Mr. Sneaky Peeky,
How have you been?
It’s been a few weeks now since that final last time I told you I was done, but I see you’re back (again). It seems you can’t get enough of my goings on now, can ya? You wouldn’t have to sneak to see what I am doing if you weren’t such an ass. I tried to be kind to you, but you take my friendship for granted, just like you’ve always done.
Life is much easier to live without you in it.
I have tried to be friends with you, but our attempts at a new friendship can’t seem to ever withstand the remnants of our past relationships. Yes relationships…plural!
Yes, we have very different interpretations about what happened to us, and what you did to me. We had a good thing 2, 3, 4, 5 times remember, but you kept ruining it with your selfishness and your insecurities. Those were your bags, your issues.
I was too old to play your little petty games, and I was too old to hang in the balance waiting while you work out your shit. You’re a walking mystery that I simply don’t have the time or energy to decipher.
I really loved you, and I tried to be good to you. But just like those who came before you, and after you, and before you again…you couldn’t see that good.
Too bad, so sad. It’s your fucking loss.
You wouldn’t know good if it smacked you on your ass. You’ll pass the good by every time for some shiny, painted up trouble-making bullshit. You like it like that.
You get your just desserts, and you deserve to be in this predicament Mr. Sneaky Peeky.
Yes, you deserve to only be able to secretively peek at small aspects of my life, except your peeking is not much of a secret.
I’m doing fine, just fine. I find it interesting I made such a wonderful impression that you simply can’t get me out of your mind. I’m also intrigued by the fact that the impression I made upon you wasn’t enough to keep you from going astray. Straying from my bed. And straying from the life.
So, since you’re here, let me inform you just for the record. I’m fine.
You don’t have to continue sneaking peeks. There’s nothing new. Nothing new to see here at all. Just keep remembering all the good times, it seems the memory of our good times apparently keep you coming back to check up on me.
I’ll keep trying to forget them and trying to forget you.
Except it’s hard, because you keep coming back. Making your presence known. I’m going to keep trying though. Practice makes perfect.
I’m fine. We’re fine. Everything’s fine. Until the next time Mr. Sneaky Peeky.
Marley K., 2018
This is dedicated to all the Mr. or Mrs. Sneaky Peekys in our lives. Keep sneaking and peeking my friend!