Here’s my confession

I still like you, [[]]. I like talking to you, I like seeing you. I like your smile, to make you laugh. I feel something real when you look at me.

It is real, at least for me.

It’s not your fault that I’m this way, I just wish it was easier for me to forget. I wish you could say something else.

I’m want you close, as I’m scared of closeness

I want to understand your mind, you fascinate me.

Am I too strange? Dogs eating other dogs? Losing dogs?

It is not your fault that I wanted something real to happen for once

We’re both intellectual, strange creatures, and it’s okay that we can’t shape a deeper bond

I still liked it while it lasted

Did we have a connection?

Maybe it’s the end.