[23:55/3.12.17]

I held my tongue back so many times talking to you. I held back so many unsaid words. I cried wondering what would happen if I told you. I cried wondering if we could've been.

I liked late night talks with you. They made me smile. They made me think that there was another person who relates.

The late night talks became deep. I pushed the topic that way, cause that's the way I am. And then you said you liked me. And it was horrible that I wanted to say it back but I didn't.

I smiled and said that I don't feel the same way. But my heart did. And that's probably why it took revenge for a good month or two.

I regretted so hard. I regretted not telling you that night. I regretted not telling you ever. I regretted letting you slip through even though we could've been something.

I scrolled through Instagram with a smirk like I was on top of the world as you slowly confessed your feelings over FaceTime. But when it came to me, I chickened out and told you no.

Maybe it was because I didn't want to hurt you. But maybe I didn't want to hurt myself. I guess it was better to hurt me than you.