Just a quick message and a picture. It’s been months. Thought my heart was closed to you. Fuck.
I answered but only what you asked. Wanted more but you stopped there and I won’t chase you anymore.
Turns out, we may see each other in June. I’m excited and terrified.
How do I see you and pretend?
Maybe I shouldn’t go. Only I planned the whole event… A reunion of old friends.
I need to keep reminding myself… Feelings aren’t facts. Fact is, you never chose me. I don’t think you ever will
* The title is who I am referring to.