"What’s so simple in the moonlight, by the morning, never is."
I found the most perfect song quote to describe our whole fiasco of mixed emotions, subsequently resulting in nothing on your end, and more than I thought on mine. I hope you remember what you felt the night we shared our feelings. What I used to recall so fondly, I now look away from with regret. I’m glad we’re friends, and I’m thankful for you in my life, but when I flipped the switch (that turned lust into love), a lot more was repressed than I thought. My downfall was my honesty- was showing pure emotion with no restraint or remorse. I let my guard down too quickly, and now, here I am: trying to force down that switch and any residual love- it feels like swallowing huge pills that the doctor claims will keep me sane. It won’t. I’ve been through something like this before, but this time was not as malicious, though it leaves me with a similar and all too familiar feeling.
This is the last time I will write about you.
I’m beginning to feel like it’s safer to just not talk about it.