“{{user}}, i’ll say this again. whatever happened that night, it’s nothing. it doesn’t mean anything to me. don’t look for me, and don’t expect anything from me. my needs took over me that night. that’s it, nothing more.” richard explained without a trace of emotion.

it broke you.

before you knew it, a tear slipped over your lips, its salty taste echoing the sting of those bitter words. you failed to put into words how you felt, you stood there with your tears rolling down uncontrollably.

“i’m sorry.” richard spoke, before shutting down the door. you stood there in his front porch, bursting to emotions. you wanted him to love you back, to hold you as you cried, to commit to the emotions he made you feel that night; but here you are, standing pathetically on his door, begging to be loved.