This Is Not About You

Maybe it is. In a sense. Because I want to point it out, and make it clear, that this isn't.

Please understand that not everything is about you. There are some things that concern you. Some, not all.

Stop thinking that I think about you all the time. That I go to certain places because I am hoping I will *accidentally* bump into you. That I order food that reminds me of you. That I am friends with people that will somehow link me to you.

Or, that I do the opposite because I am avoiding you. Or, that I don't want to think about you.

I simply don't care.

Maybe your name is mentioned every so often. But I assure you, it doesn't mean anything. It's just something that comes up during the natural course of discussions between me and my friends.

I wish you would refrain from assuming that you are central in everything that happens in the world. Or, the events in my life.

To be honest, you are nothing more than a prop, a face in the crowd, the *bestfriend* to whom the thoughts and secrets of the protagonist are revealed. Something I can do without. Someone I should've done without.

This is the end. There will be no punchline, no twist and no confession. I don't think I can get more direct than this: This is not about you. Hardly anything is.