It was only a week, and yet you were able to break my heart. It wasn’t love, it wasn’t in the slightest. It was admiration. I looked up to you. You were the staple nice guy, and yet your niceness is what killed me. You showed me all of these interesting things, you really convinced me you weren’t like the others. We would send such nice music to one another. One song stood out in particular. That night, you started talking about how much you would like to make out with me to this song. Sitting by a cliff, watching the sunset. It was so nice. You started asking for photos. ‘But I don’t know you’. ‘But you do know me, we have so much in common; you study math, I’ve studied bioinformatics. You play music, I play gigs’.

Why was I so, so stupid.

But then you asked for more, I said I wasn’t comfortable. You asked again, I said I wasn’t comfortable. You apologised, ‘I’m sorry if I crossed a line’. I apologised ‘I’m sorry for not sending anything’. ‘My top priority is for you to be comfortable’. I thought you were so nice, you respected me. But the my message saying thank you was left pending. Now I hear that song I cry, people think I’m crying cause It’s an emotional song. But no, it was because I lost my dignity to the person I valued most.

I was 16, you were 28.

Now I’m fucking mad.

If you’ve experienced this, please reach out. It’d be nice to know I’m not alone.