you’re disrespectful
I know exactly what that look on your face meant. You read it. You read these. You just don’t say anything. That turned something deeply awkward into creepy. I usually wouldn’t mind, I really wouldn’t. It’s the context. It’s the way you shy away from what you want and who you want to be. How do you think it feels to be risk assessed especially for so long? I’ll tell you how it feels: I don’t feel good enough for you. I don’t feel good enough for your words and I don’t feel like I’m good enough for your respect. I deeply want to be seen as your equal but you seem convinced I’m so far away. I don’t want this. It’s embarrassing to write this. I’m ashamed about how I feel so honestly for you. I’ve been so mad at myself for not letting go but you won’t either.
You need to make up your mind now because I’m moving on with or without you.