23 may 2025
Now that it's not as fresh I can write it down somewhere. I knew it was over when she was wearing his jacket instead of mine. Everything else since then was just accepting what I didn't want to be true. The shied away hugs; the end of holding hands and cuddling.
In a way it was worse to find out that she actually did have romantic feelings for me because that meant there was no longer a chance to say goodbye the way I wish I could. I knew this was inevitable, but I fooled myself into thinking it was months away or at least the mythical tomorrow where I'd be prepared for it.
I'd give year for just one more day. I'm always making poor bargains.