After a while, we've grown close. At first, I thought we could just be good friends. I had no other ambitions besides that.
However, you had a different idea. You thought that we could be more and that we should. You convinced me that we could work it out.
Did I jump into the idea? No, not at first. I hesitated. My past experiences have taught me a lot.
Pardon my skepticism. No, on a second thought, I'm not sorry for it. In fact, it has protected me, keeping me safe for a very, very long time.
Of course, that has come with quite a hefty price. I am single most of the time.
Still, they blame me anyway. They don't want me to be aggressive and make the first move. At the same time, they also think I'm not making much of an effort.
Such a society, eh? I can never win with them. In their eyes, I'm never right.
I've asked some people I know about you. Of course, their answers varied. Some warned me to be careful, which was natural. They didn't want me to get hurt, because they were afraid that you might have been just a scammer. (Really, can you ever blame them?)
Others were overjoyed. At last, someone for me! They told me to give you a chance. I mean, who knows?
So I finally did. Ignoring my gut feeling, I started opening my heart again. I let you in. I saved a room big enough for you in here.
Everything was alright at first. I was even happy. Friends said my writing stuff had been less gloomy.
