That’s the time I fall in love again.

It finally feels like it’s over.

There’s nothing to talk about with her anymore. I think I am finally letting myself go from all of it. I mean, I look at her, and I still feel what I used to feel. The same stirrings I got when I first saw her at the birthday party over a year ago. But anymore, it’s just that little bit of attraction, and the rest fizzles out. There’s no mystery any more. No special things. No “us” feeling. Every time that we plan to do something, a situation comes up on her end, and it ends up getting cancelled. Or, more as of late, she just forgets, and I’m not going to call and remind her.

I could still love her. I do still love her. But it’s a love that I have for others, ones that I have told that I can love as friends and then no more.

“Us, tonight, I just can’t love you like that. I thought I could, but I can’t.”

Now, I hope that you know what I had to feel when you told me that. Now, I hope it stings just as badly.

I hope that you realize that it now will hurt you just as much as it did me. When you can live with your hurt like I had to with mine, let me know. Then, we can talk again.