If you were a little more obvious, I wouldn't have been able to notice.
I walked away. I had to, but not for the previously stated reason.
She assured me that she liked me after I expressed doubt, and I believed her. So where's the problem?
"Your words don't match the story, let your actions show." - The Get Up Kids
Last weekend was very hurtful, and I'm not going to recap it with play-by-play and analysis. She heard it all on Monday night, when I fully realized her attempt to push me away. That night I gave her what was on my mind and in following my normal pattern of thinking, I began motion to reconcile.
Something happend.
Toward reconciliation, she seemed callous. Then by the grace of a greater power, I mustered the strength to walk away - to walk away from someone I truly like and care about. I'll never know how she truly felt those last few days, or what her motives were for treating me the way she did. What I do know is that it's not my duty to preach about what's courteous and what's rude, or what's tactful and what's not. My faults, my inadequacies and my flaws fill pages longer than Crime and Punishment. It's not my place.
I can't stand to be hurt, and regardless of how much I care for you, Sheena (or how much you care(d) for me), I will not stand a masochist to your hurtful ways. I sympathize with the way you've been treated in the past, but that doesn't give you an excuse to disregard others emotions. Please don't do this to the next boy.
"Let's just admit, it's been a beautiful run." - The June Spirit
I'm glad to have met you, 'punk rocker'. Despite some tumult, you made my September and October bright. Cherish those songs you learned from me and adore those bands. I hope you find any piece of advice I've ever given you, worth holding on to. Your beautiful face, and the way you said "I love you" first is what I'll remember most about you. I hold on to the memory of your kiss...a lasting souvenir.
(Edit 2005: Holy shit! What a faggot!)
And how ironic, this text message you sent:
"I love you, I promise I'll never let you go."
I'm gone.
She assured me that she liked me after I expressed doubt, and I believed her. So where's the problem?
"Your words don't match the story, let your actions show." - The Get Up Kids
Last weekend was very hurtful, and I'm not going to recap it with play-by-play and analysis. She heard it all on Monday night, when I fully realized her attempt to push me away. That night I gave her what was on my mind and in following my normal pattern of thinking, I began motion to reconcile.
Something happend.
Toward reconciliation, she seemed callous. Then by the grace of a greater power, I mustered the strength to walk away - to walk away from someone I truly like and care about. I'll never know how she truly felt those last few days, or what her motives were for treating me the way she did. What I do know is that it's not my duty to preach about what's courteous and what's rude, or what's tactful and what's not. My faults, my inadequacies and my flaws fill pages longer than Crime and Punishment. It's not my place.
I can't stand to be hurt, and regardless of how much I care for you, Sheena (or how much you care(d) for me), I will not stand a masochist to your hurtful ways. I sympathize with the way you've been treated in the past, but that doesn't give you an excuse to disregard others emotions. Please don't do this to the next boy.
"Let's just admit, it's been a beautiful run." - The June Spirit
I'm glad to have met you, 'punk rocker'. Despite some tumult, you made my September and October bright. Cherish those songs you learned from me and adore those bands. I hope you find any piece of advice I've ever given you, worth holding on to. Your beautiful face, and the way you said "I love you" first is what I'll remember most about you. I hold on to the memory of your kiss...a lasting souvenir.
(Edit 2005: Holy shit! What a faggot!)
And how ironic, this text message you sent:
"I love you, I promise I'll never let you go."
I'm gone.