I’m sorry and I cant do this and its not you its me and i feel too much and im scared and that fear will keep me from you and maybe another time and maybe lets be friends and maybe we shouldnt see each other and maybe lets limit how we talk to each other now and actually we shouldnt talk at all and again im sorry and you deserve respect and i liked what we had, the fleeting hopeless meaningless stupid thing we had, and im sorry and dont cry and dont be sad and i cant fix you and you cant blame me for not wanting a broken thing and look what you did to him and now i cant trust you because you will do that to me and im scared and im scared and im scared. And all i asked was “do you want your book back?”










