The worst part is, he didn't see it coming. Why did I keep silent? Why did he? He felt that there was some distance between us, distance which I perhaps shoved between us on purpose, but he didn't say anything. Why did I not bring up the concerns that I had?
How did it escalate to this? I wanted to talk. Did I want this to end? Was that what I was after? How can I not know? I wanted to talk and I started off wanting to talk but it ended up in this. This - tears, pain, anguish, his heartbreak, our holding on to each other and his whispering, I wish this would never have to end.
How did I not know just how deeply he felt about me?
Why does everything that I touch eventually turn to stone?
I am so tired.