Dear you,
I cannot explain to you how you helped me when I was lowest. You were a light I never knew I had around me, and I am thankful for that. I was attracted to your love for life and passion to make others laugh. We were good buddies. Perhaps I complicated that for no good reason. And for that I'm sorry. I'm sorry I took what was a simple attraction and turned it into a situation. You'll never look at me the same, and that's why I hate myself the most. We can never go back to being just good buddies. You'll always see me as the girl who had a "thing" for you.
And even if you did have an attraction for me, I don't imagine we're ready. I like to think I'm ready to move on to greater and better things, but I keep tripping up over unaddressed sorrows within me. My ocean of feelings shifts on the daily, and I can never predict where I am going to end up. I imagine you'll need more time. And timing is a sensitive issue that is difficult to understand, and perhaps I disturbed the fine nature of it. And again, I have to apologize for that.
I'd like to talk more about this with you, but I feel that I don't really have anything to say that will change anything. And I hate that. Gray areas don't really provide any answers.
Sincerely,
Comments