you knew i liked you but we had become so close as friends that when you asked me out i hesitated i didn’t want to ruin everything. not again.
we went out anyways. i kept my distance, but ended up regretting it - i was into you and that was that.
i fought my nerves and confronted you about my feelings. you didn’t want a relationship, you were leaving soon and couldn’t commit
but you liked me too and didn’t want to do nothing about it. friends with benefits you suggested. that didn’t seem like me but maybe it was exactly what i needed i agreed under the conditions that nothing hurt our friendship
we went out again. you didn’t know if we should, you thought it didn’t seem like me i agreed i’m sentimental why do i have to be so sentimental
later you said you wanted to kiss me and i really wanted to kiss you too so we did. it felt passionate and intimate i felt closer to you. a couple weeks went by no talk about it.
i confronted you again. i couldn’t give myself to someone i’m not dating you wanted more than kissing or you wanted nothing at all you didn’t want me to regret anything that i did with you i wasn’t sure what i wanted.
i said we should test the waters so i said you could touch me i felt i needed to experience new levels of physical intimacy with someone i trusted. that someone was you.
until you grew impatient of my virginity you cut off our deal insisting it had nothing to do with me that’s my problem you said. i said it’s fine, our friendship is most important. it is most important. i could never risk losing you that way
something still twisted inside my gut at what you said i thought you wanted to be intimate with me because you liked me for me no you just wanted somebody - some body- to give you that easy lay.
but i wouldn’t give myself up that easily you couldn’t handle it you were done with me i felt like i was less than a person to you a person i had trusted with everything i am.