The truth is,

I never told you I didn’t like you.

I told you

the timing was wrong.

The distance was wrong.

The future was wrong.

I built entire walls out of tomorrow.

And hid behind them.

Because it was easier to say

“This won’t work.”

than to admit

I was afraid of what would happen if it did.

You stood at the door patiently.

Never forcing it open.

Never asking for promises.

And still,

I kept pointing to endings that hadn’t happened yet.

Perhaps that is why I cannot stop thinking about it.

Not because I know you.

But because somewhere between all my reasons for leaving,

there was one thing

I never managed to say.