𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 , 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬. // 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥

𝒂 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝓕. ♡

❝ 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌. ❞

when you said this to me, my heart shattered. who couldn't possibly like you back? to me, you were perfect. i was furious at you for saying such a thing. do you remember?

it turns out that you were wrong. she did like you back. she liked you for a long time; long before you even knew her name. but you had already moved on by the time she told you how she felt. 

that's the one and only thing i don't like about you, babe. you move on too quickly. you get attached to someone, cling on too fast, and then let go as if nothing ever happened. you hurt people in the process. 

you hurt me, love. 

i'm not saying any of this to be an ass, or to call you out, or to embarrass you, but i need you to know something. there is a reason why we agreed to be friends. a real reason, i mean. it wasn't only because it "would be best for the people around us."

do you want to know why i suggested staying friends — nothing more — when i was the first one to confess?

after i told you how i felt, i regretted it. i grew scared. i'd known about these commitment issues you have, and i realized something. 

i could be kicked to the curb just as easily as any of your past girlfriends and boyfriends. 

this thought terrified me. i couldn't handle it. 

so being friends, just like this, isn't only hurting you. it hurts me, too. 

-𝐒