It wasn’t love at first sight, because I have known you for years, but as soon as it happened between us I was done for.
I had forgotten how being in love is like when the drugs kick in, and the whole world is turned on its head, while nothing seems to change.
I played it cool, and did my best to mask the fact that I had fallen for you. Half for your benefit, and half for my own. Because I’ve done this love thing before, and it didn’t treat me well. I treated it really well, but it-and he-didn’t return the favor.
And now you are one thousand miles away, and I’m not seeing anyone new…But the last thing I want you to do is keep calling me if you don’t want to. Don’t pretend, don’t do that fake cheerful thing you do to combat stress. Just let me go.
Because I have been made the fool by love before, and I don’t want to do it again. Please.