Seriously. I mean, seriously now.
Three weeks ago, you ended what I thought was just fine because you weren't "ready for a relationship". Fine. You got scared and ran. I can understand THAT.
Then, you came back. Full of compliments, kisses, and (broken)promises.
"Men are like Rubber Bands" - Chapter 6 of "Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus". YOU knew the chapter far, far better than I did.
Two days later, we're not going to have enough time to "renew something" when we're barely together? Because our "schedules differ"?
Seriously. I mean, seriously now.
I've heard it all. You're "crazy". You're "emotionally unstable". You're a "fucking jerk"... (Fair enough, no one knew you like I did, they never got a chance!) "Sayonara", "See ya later", "No more chances". Everyone has an opinion.
So why am I so intent on hearing you out? Why do I want to know what thought process were involved with coming to this conclusion?
I didn't have time to fuck things up, so it wasn't me for once...
I can't really tell, but I think I'm beating my head against yet another brick wall. It's just a different colour and texture this time.