We broke up amicably enough. We liked each other, we clicked, we had a lot in common, but for whatever reasons things just couldn't work between us. We were close, we leaned on each other emotionally. I let you in, and you knew me, really knew me; I felt like I knew you too. We were happy together. Things felt good when were together. We so enjoyed each other's company; I felt safe with you.
You said we could still be friends. Of course we couldn't; there isn't room for intergender non-platonic relationships within our worlds.
And now when I see you, you treat me like it never happened, like we were nothing. You treat me like a stranger. We were close, at least I thought we were, and now I don't know you.
Did you have to cheapen what we had? We don't have to talk, but you didn't have to put up a wall. You don't have to pretend like we didn't share the experiences and conversations that we did.
There is a level in which you have a close friend that you don't talk to frequently. I get why that would be hard. Couldn't we just have pretended that we were walking that line?
Now I'm thinking that maybe I misunderstood you all along. Maybe we never really wanted the same thing out of a relationship. Did I ever really know you? Were you ever going to truly let me in? Why do you hold your cards so close to your vest?
It hurts.
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