Roman. You never let me tell you this when I had the chance but here it goes. When you asked me out many moons ago I said no because I was scared. You asked me what was wrong with you. Nothing was wrong with you. You were wonderful. You were what I wanted so very, very much. So much so that it scared me.
Part of me will always wonder what passion might have existed between us. I got to feel a flicker of that nearly 8 years ago, but it was the wrong time and the wrong place. I was vulnerable, not myself, and not well. I’m sure your final view of me reflects that. Not entirely fair, but at the same time I can’t blame you. Though your slate is far from clean, keep in mind.
I’m not so naive as to think that you would ever give me a second thought, the way I occasionally do you. And if we ever cross paths again I’ll be sure to look the other way.
Consider this a purge.
