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I suppose I shouldn't let it bother me. She does have a point. Never did I say the words. I was too scared to say them to her because I didn't want her to react the way that I think she did. She could tell that I was gaining steam in my romantic pursuit of her, from thousands of miles away. Only, the fact that she thought she was starting to feel the same way, made her ask why? Why must this always happen to me? So this time she squashed it down before it could even begin to think about grabbing hold of her.
I can only think to myself, about what happened. mostly because I don't want to know. I don't want to speak to her, or of her, yet here I am, blabbing in a blog, about how jaded I still feel towards this woman, for doing something that she couldn't do before, and knowingly leading me on. It infuriates me to no end. It's a memory that will burn at me forever, because I wanted to visit the country she is from, but now, I am not so sure I do. Ha, foolish, but maybe in a few years I will forget, or have made peace.