I am sad, but for what is not and not for what is.
...I thought that I might have a chance. I knew that against the odds and the inclinations, it wasn't realistic. But I had muddled hope.
I gathered so much of my courage. My resolve. I am this better version of myself. But still. Short.
I'm just hurt because it's something that I want a lot. To just be in her arms. To love her. And I can't. my arms are too short.
you laid me down very gently and for that I appreciate it. I hope it doesn't change our friendship. I love talking to you and would never want to make it weird. I get it. I won't bring it up again.