You ask me not to overthink it. You say we can be friends. You really believe that? You really want that. I don’t have that kind of faith in us. You say I make it so black and white by trying to define it. But is that so bad? You want me to just let it be because it’s too good to be deny. Don’t I know it.
I’ve tried so hard to deny you. I’m not going to lie and say it wasn’t nice talking to you. It’s always nice. Except when I said I hated you. That was not nice and not entirely untrue. I hate how good it feels when you drift back into my life. I hate how easy it is for you to separate. To stop. To not get carried away.
Why should we be friends? I don’t need more friends. I don’t think I want to be your friend. You want that. So what do I want? You said you missed me and I missed you too. There’s something here. What kind of relationship can we possibly have if there’s a limit? A point where can’t get to? A line we don’t cross? Isn’t that a rule? Didn’t you say we don’t need rules? WTF.