You might be reading this or not, but I’m still in love with you. I tried hiding it when we were walking. I didn’t want to scare you. I guess I said I could be friends but looking at your face is like drilling holes in my heart and reading your words makes all of my limbs ache. I know we want different things; but most of all I want you and I can’t seem to understand why you don’t want me. I’m sorry about May and June. I’m sorry I can’t let you go. I’ll be sorry for Saturday when I’ll pretend I am capable of simple a friendship.I’m sorry I stayed silent too long and pushed too much, too late. I’m sorry for a lot of things and I think that being sorry can fix this.I’m sorry but you make me vulnerable, I cannot defend myself against you. And that scares me more than anything else.
Maybe in another lifetime , we’ll still be in love and calling each other to talk about the universe . Maybe you won’t be afraid of how much I love you. Maybe you’ll love me, too.
Maybe my serotonin is depleted over unrequited love.
I am tired.