This is how I'm coping without you.
We were blurring lines, and I stood on my end stiff, saying I cannot cross.
And he didn't ask me twice about it, but ik he wanted to. For asking is to hurt me.
Instead he's hurting, and I hurt him.
I'm sad that I have to pick myself over someone else. For once, to choose me, is to choose all the people I love, and not him.
I have no regrets, I'm happy i let my self experience this.
But I only wish I couldn't hurt him, he's sad and said he's gonna grieve.
All I wanted to was to care for him, knowing I can't give him everything but something. Idk, I was selfish? That I choose to give him a safe space that he might misunderstand, and he did.
He cared for me, held me when I was anxious and going through an attack almost.
He stayed up all night once to just not let me be alone while I was overthibking, and told me a story.
He's made the kid in me safe bubba.
I wanned to cherish him, but knowing that I can walk away, but he might not.
And I chose to experience something, at the cost of his hurt.
I went in with false hope, but all I did was to lie to myself?
I wanned to care for him, and for once I was getting it back, reciprocation
And knowing if I took it, it would mean to take this further, and
And expectations hurt bubba
I build them with my own hands, and had to remove them myself
It was one of his firsts giving, and my firsts taking.
Please tell me what I did was wrong, be honest about it.