Go ahead and tell me. Let me know that you didn't feel it too. That you didn't want to, too. Tell me that those hugs, and words, and that night at your house was just for fun and you didn't feel a thing.
It would certainly make this a lot easier.
So look me in the eyes, and tell me that. And I'll once more tell you "okay" because that's the only thing that seems to come out of my mouth.
{.tee.}
p.s. Short films, two down. Yes, I'm still reinventing. I quite like it.
I'm not too sure what I'm feeling right now, or what I should be feeling for that matter.
I never thought I was the type of girl who needed someone to be happy. In fact, I don't want to be that girl. But society is so keen on couples and love and the concept of finding your soul mate; it's a little hard NOT to be THAT girl.
This is probably because I grew up too fast. I'm growing impatient. There's a big world out there, I just need to wait a while longer before I can see it, experience it.
Maybe it's not even about that. I've been single my whole life, what makes NOW any different? Maybe I'm regretting letting him know how I feel. Maybe friendly flirting was better and I should have left it at that because now, I have nothing. And it hurts.
Thank you for caring for me enough to let me go. Thank you for knowing enough about me to let me go. I'll always respect you for that. I don't think you'll ever know how much I'll always love you.
