Coming Clean

Please go, leave. I'm sorry but I just can't take it that you're still here roaming the City, walking around my same area, working right where I pass everytime I go towards Union Square, I go by praying and praying that you won't happen to come out, your general direction is right in my view. Go. Go to NYC, be alone, be, go go away. I can't breathe.

"In love I trust I put my faith
To make me happy to keep me safe
In you I see the brightest star
That burns inside me and breaks my heart
And when I cry the deepest hurting
Cleans my soul relieves my burden
In you I find a way to lose myself
Thrill me baby I need nothing else"

It would've smashed me into smithereens but then it would've eventually been easier if you said "I'm not into you" or "You're not my type", but no, you said, "I like you..." without a "but", just simply that...but it's not the right time. You weren't trying to do anything to mess with my head, you were just being honest and telling me how you feel...just give me a slow death to my heart...it touches me that I touched your heart...enough to make you let me go...

I'm just biding my time in the meantime until you leave, keeping busy and just trying to breathe. Breathe, Maile, breathe.