I distance my heart from you because I must. Because you aren’t interested in me. We don’t talk anymore and I know I’m the one who burned that bridge. By my action but I think we got there together. Yet I still love you. The pain when I see you. When we don’t talk. I want to convince myself that it’s just the talk that I want, but that’s a lie. What I want is for that moment we connected, that spark I felt and that connection you said you felt. what I want is for that to come to full fruition. To be a romantic relationship. Which I know is not to be, but I can’t stop loving you. I just don’t think about you in every waking moment, when I receive a message there is no longer that thrill of hope that it’s from you. You are the first in a long time to spin me round. I would have done anything, anything for you. The only thing I wanted was what I gave. Maybe the price was too much for you to pay. Maybe that connection was you just agreeing to get along and not truth. I am foolish enough to hope that you will come to me and ask for another chance. I would give it. I love you.