Love Confessions

All I feel is embarrassment as we make our way back to his apartment. I know he understands the line that was drawn tonight by his friends. No one would take him seriously if he truly wanted to be with me and I wasn't going to do that to him.

By the time we reached his apartment, my mind was set that I couldn't give him more and I couldn't do this to myself anymore. I was torturing myself by coming to him all of these times and making myself believe that I could be more.

Even with him telling me that I was all of these things, I couldn't, wouldn't, believe a word he said. He was just trying to make me feel better and I loved him for it, but enough is enough.

Once inside, he tries to pull me to him and I grimace and back away. Better to start distancing myself now than waiting for this weekend to be over.

He lifts his hands to me, his face pleading and I take a deep breath. "We shouldn't do this to ourselves anymore. It's not healthy."

He drops his hands and then runs one over his hea