The End Part 1

This occurred yesterday…and he didn’t respond…but another conversation follows where he does…

Me:  I know it’s bad timing and all, but please talk to me soon.  You haven’t given me anything to go on so I don’t know if I should just wait or keep pushing.  Silence is the worst answer ever.

Him:  Sorry, I’ve been trying to sleep off my hangover.  I really don’t  like this kind of pressure.  Move on if you think that’ll help.  This is how I am, sometimes I’m super affectionate.  Sometimes I’m not at all.  You obviously can’t read me and I can’t read you.  I don’t think that’s gonna change.

Do you want me?  That’s all that really matters.

I like you, but I don’t like our situation.  It’s tiring.

Our situation?

Yeah, me thinking you’re backing off and you thinking I want you to back off, then all this confusion and now all of a sudden I have to decide if I want you.  And even though you say you want me, in my head you’ve backed away from me twice.  I don’t like it.  It’s like a job or something.

Hmm.  You back away a lot too, but I trust what you say, about being weird, not reflecting correctly, all that.  I thought maybe you worked differently than most but maybe you just dont’ feel like I do and I can’t fault you for that.  The last thing I wanna do is stress you so maybe you’re right.  I just wanted to spend time with you.   I’ll leave you alone after this.  I just feel compelled to express myself because I’m a little irritated.  It seems like you just aren’t that in to me.  And that’s fine, but the least you could do is just tell me instead of trying to make it look like its a result of something I did.  That’s just cruel.  It’s like you were just looking for an excuse to push me away.  I may not have asked you out this whole past week, but I made it clear that I was still interested.