Anna Tree

I was never really good at feelings. I mean, I rarely even have feelings. I’ve been so used to being by myself that I didn’t realize that you were waiting for the same outpour of emotions from me. For that, I’m sorry.

With the connection that we had, I was pretty sure that we’d be official soon. My friends warned me but I didn’t listen. I was pretty sure they just didn’t understand how I felt. I was pretty optimistic back then.

When I say goodbye, don’t protest. Don’t try to talk me out of it. Don’t tell me that you can try to make it work, that you can fit me in your schedule.

I don’t want you to feel pressured, I don’t want you to pretend that  you feel the same. I just wanted to tell you so that you’d know. I need to go.

Be the girl that’s cold and calculating. You have walls high and thick – practically impenetrable. Or so you think.

I knew when you kissed me. A nice, sweet kiss that said nothing and everything at the same time. A kiss that left me wishing the night was longer.