I can’t help that we have a history.
I can’t help that my truth and my experience, that the way that I see you, makes you uncomfortable.
I do not say things as a pass at you.
I do not say things in flirtation.
I say things as I know them to be true.
You have a beautiful body.
You have a beautiful voice.
How can I tell you as your best friend and as your ex, that you are beautiful in so many ways that I can’t describe?
It’s not my fault we have history, and it isn’t fair to me that I have to curve the way I speak my truth.
It hurts me that I can’t even be honest with you in any way, for fear of it making you uncomfortable.
We can either do this exactly as what we are; best friends and exes.