(Been meaning to post this for awhile)

I fell in love once

Maybe I still am, it's hard to tell if it's the nostalgia or not.

We used to laugh and joke

Tease and argue

The normal stuff every relationship goes through.

I miss the banter, the teasing even just being in the same room.

Even the jokes about getting married

My pride hide the fact I felt butterflies each time, which is why

I regret not agreeing even just once.

Why?

Why did I have to be so damn stubborn?

Was I in denial or was I scared to ruin our good friendship even if it was a inside joke?

Why did it take me maybe three years since the last time since I saw your face to come to term with my feelings?

That my feelings were more then platonic

That I was scared the last time we had a genuine talk because it was the most vulnerable I had ever felt

So embarrassed at my vulnerability I lashed out

My mortal flaw my pride, if I could take that day back I would.

Maybe it is better to protect you like you always protected me even if that means keeping myself away.