we hung out a lot after graduation. we drank a lot together, and talked about our relationship. we patched most things up, but i was still holding back. it wasn't until you were in texas that i told you i loved you.
we had been talking steadily, in a friendly way, but stopped after i said that. i had gotten drunk and sent you an entire essay through instagram about how much i loved you.
the moment i saw the first two words of your reply, i felt my heart sink to my ass.
"oh, honey."
you went on a whole essay of your own, but you never gave me a straight answer. you never said "i don't love you" and you never said "i love you too". you just went on prattling about our past.
and then i thought, was this all a game?
it probably was to you.
