When you were clearly flirting with me
I should not have asked if you were flirting with me,
And when you replied yes, and asked if that was allowed
I should not have said yes, and asked if I were allowed to flirt back.

Everyone is wrong
When they **** you for this mess
I could have called a halt to it immediately,
And even later
The second, third, or fourth collision
I could have made it stop.

I should not have invited you out, alone
I should not have told you I needed a drink to tell you a secret.
I should not have whispered "I'd love to, too"
Then leaned in for your kiss.

You suggested things, and I agreed.
I should not have agreed to find you on Twitter
Or send you that photo,
I certainly shouldn't have met you for lunch
Or told you that I wasn't wearing underwear
Or taken your hand in mine, and pressed your fingers gently,
Or stayed silent when you asked me when...when...when...
Inviting misinterpretation.

See, I am far from blameless
I concurred, agreed, enjoyed
Every second, every moment, I regret nothing.
Nothing, except that I could have kept you,
I needn't have lost you.
If I hadn't allowed a beginning,
Then I wouldn't now be struggling with the end
Dearest friend.