And now that it's over, I'm still not sure if he strung me along on purpose
or his feelings were just ambiguous and he bungled it--
which probably means that he wasn't that into me.
Some emotional ineptitude on both our parts, I suppose.
I'll never know for certain. Either way, I liked him and breaking it off really hurt.
I put my heart on the line and it didn't work out;
it was scary and hard and it sure can crush your pride.
But there for a while, the possibilities were fabulous and exciting. I felt—alive.
There's a cliche but it's true.
I know I won't ever forget his beautiful eyes and how warm I felt being next to him.
However, I'm finding a little bit of consolation in reminding myself that,
although I'm hurting now--
there will come a day that I won't be.
And feeling like a fool will fade and be replaced with feeling pleased that I had courage.
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Dark Blue Igor Korionov