We had an agreement.
No catching of feelings.
All was well for a while, but I was kidding myself. Not only did I violate our agreement, but I had fallen hard. Unsure if he felt the same, I dropped subtle hints.
One drunken night, he finally gave me an answer.
He didn’t feel the same.
Devastation left me confused and heartbroken. So many futile attempts to make sense of the situation. Feeling exposed, I turned to music to help me sort through my emotions.
After several sleepless nights, I realized that no matter how many questions I asked, the answer was going to be the same. He wasn’t going to love me back and I was going to have to deal with that.