I guess from the very beginning there was a certain way about you. Which explains all the million times I distanced and shut you out. But then eventually, I took you as a really good friend who stuck by and cared a bit or something. And that meant something to me. Because I don’t have those kind of people in my life, not anymore. Someone who knows everything, my best and my worst yet sticks around. I know that makes me sound like a sad little bitch but maybe that is what I am. And when you were telling me about how you’ve felt about me all along, I remember asking you to stop, because I knew once I heard the words I’d never be able to unhear them and that would change things. Like I predicted, it did.

I know better than to not trust a man with a smart mouth, I know because I’ve seen what they can do. But you’d been around long enough, coming from you they sounded a little convincing.