I should have never told you that I was burning for you. Call this off, take the whole thing back. Make this before I said that. I thought you’d feel the same way. I wish I’d never been so foolish. Was it all just in my head? Did I mean what I just said? Well, I’m sorry. Please don’t be ashamed that you don’t feel the same. I will look before I leap the next time. Baby, let’s pretend that I never said anything. Oh my dear, don’t you fear. This is not my first time and it won’t be my last. When I see something clear, I grip the wheel and steer until I become a shield that can accept rejection. I can accept the things you say when you turn me away. Better luck, I know there will be a next time. It’s how “love” just became “nice to know you.” And I’m sorry, you don’t feel the same. Maybe one fine day… until then I will be gone. I can be your friend, but I can’t be your dog. I will be moving on. Moving on.