We never did say goodbye.
That’s what gets to me. Everything about this feels wrong.
Especially the fact that I’m counting on this piece to tell you what I can’t bring myself to.
It’s ironic how it went from when I could hit you up with anything just a month ago to this blankness.
This gaping void that widens the more I consider crossing it.
Just a month. What ever did happen?
I did get busy.
I got as busy as I could to hide. Conveniently.
I needed the space to stop thinking about how I was betraying you.
If having feelings is a perfectly natural instinct that people cannot avoid, so must be not reciprocating.
And I can’t.
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