Hello

Curiosity.

Perhaps that's why I responded,
leading to common stories,
hobbies, and interests.

He was funny, not as funny as me,
but funny enough.

I decided to give him a chance.

He took it.

I see a future with you

It's been four days.

You're absolutely stunning

Am I anything else?

Every conversation brimmed the surface,

Desparation dripping from his
tongue.

Each attempt at flattery brought
unease,

yet a simple "thank you" was given
in return.

He was interested. I was

indifferent, Assessing.

"Please stop complimenting me so much"

How can I not compliment you, you're just so cute

Have you no control?

Just for a day, maybe.

He jokes as if I am too, my feelings invalid.

The unease, it's back.

"This isnt going to go anywhere"

I'm honestly not surprised.

"I'm sorry"

But I don’t know what for.

It’s okay, I’m used to it,

Each word dripping with
venomous self-pity.

I felt bad, I still don’t know why.

I stop telling stories, listening and not responding,
Not to the extent it was before.

I can tell you don’t want to talk to me anymore, so I’ll stop bothering you

What is there for me left to say?

I feel bad,
no one should feel like a burden or bothersome.

“ You aren’t bothering me, how are you?”

Drained, but I got the crying out of the way.

“I’m sorry”

I want to console him, but
I no longer feel bad.

You give my life meaning.

It’s been seven days.

I get it, I’m too much.

What am I apologizing for?

It’s not my fault my feelings are unmatched with his,

I shouldn’t feel bad, no one should.

You’re the only reason I ever smile anymore.

My compassion took advantage of me, his open expression of pain

pain he undoubtedly blames on me, brought guilt.

It shouldn’t