I’ve settled with the conclusion that things just simply did not work out for us. We were compatible in many ways, but maybe being lovers just wasn’t one of them.
I was a virgin, naïve, not grasping the true meaning of love. He looked at me with fire in his eyes and a passion so intense that I thought to myself, “This must be the love everyone is gushing about”. Naturally, I fell for him, as hard as anyone could fall.
Now, it’s 3 am again and he’s in the same room with you. You tell yourself it’s cool and pretend like everything is okay. You try to talk to him like a friend and as promised, he refrains from making any physical contact with you. There seems to be a sense of awkwardness in the way your bodies move around each other. And it hurts a little.