You had the right choice for not taking the rose.
You had the right to be mad at me.
As the quote says,
"The world is full of nice people, if you can't find one: BE ONE."
I know that I wasn't the nicest person you met.
But I did nice things to you.
Was a friend to you. And was able to love you.
Suddenly LOVE has a cringe on me.
It doesn't suit you anymore.
And I know it will never happen again.
But why bring it back again?
Why suddenly break the pieces again?
Why is that my life was going well you have to come along.
Because I'm being stupid?
Or maybe I just want to clear things up.
What is that we need to talk about you might say?
Nothing.
It's useless to talk to you again.
We don't have that connection anymore.
That looking into my eyes you would see my soul kind of way.
There was no spark. No communication.
I miss those late phone calls. Those face times. Those "How's your day?" asking.
I also miss those bonding times. A cup of coffee and have a talk for a couple of minutes that happens to be hours.
How easy it was to talk to you. To be able to touch your arm without alarm.
But things change.
And people do so.
It seems like my days are getting slower.
Just pure silence.
And maybe I can live with that.
You made the right choice for not taking the rose.