I thought I meant something to you, even it was platonic. I had accepted the fact that you would never consider me as anything more than a friend. And I was perfectly content with that idea. It’s been awhile since I had a good friend.
I thought I was your friend. You were my friend. You meant something to me.
Alas, like always, I got too attached and let myself get carried away. I didn’t anticipate that you would consider me as anything less than a friend though.
I let myself fall for something and someone that I should have seen, was only significant to me.
I refuse to let myself get close to you again.
You are temporary. I am temporary.