You asked if I would have push you away. I said I wouldn’t have. I wanted to tell you that I was hoping, almost praying, that you would have held me, kissed me. But I didn’t. Because I knew deep down that we weren’t meant to be. And I know you knew as well. But this physical pull towards you is killing me inside and I can’t seem to shake it off. Merely grazing your fingers sends electricity through my body and it drives me insane. I need to keep telling myself I don’t feel this way. I don’t want you. I don’t need you. We have moved on and what we had was once so sweet, but now just a bitter memory.