I realise that I got attached. In the conversations. In the getting to know someone. Essentially i do think it was just having someone, a boy, to talk to. I’ll admit that and own it. I did like our conversations. But with this person, i honestly don’t even trust him tbh. I trust the people i call my friends. Maybe i don’t trust him because of his friends, because talking essentially doesn’t mean anything. Being attached doesn’t mean anything. It just means something to get over at this point.
Us talking could make us friends because i feel like i know him better now. I can’t project all the things i want for the future onto him because the important things aren’t there for me. Aesthetics aren’t everything.
It is what it is I guess.