I don't know why I'm still talking to you. I like you as a person and maybe as a friend. I truly do, Gio, but I don't want more. Or I can't have more. I just don't see you in the same light you're seeing me. Maybe we're in different pages right now. I mess everything and I don't blame you or anything cos parts of it are also my doing. If only I know that things will end up like this I should have not said or did that. You're a precious person for me to lose. But I don't wanna be selfish and be the cause of your misery. Hell, you should not have give me that much power over you to begin with. I want you to know that hurting you is the last thing I ever want to do, but since we're in this predicament I think that is inevitable. I have to do it now before we lose what we've had, before we start to hate each other. I have to do it now before I regret it. Now before it's too late. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
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