and now shes telling me all this other stuff.

i love her, you know?

and i dont mean that in love junk. i mean i love her.

as in shes the best friend i've ever had. as in unconditional.

so damn much.

and so somewhere along the way i fucked up. she said she realizes, now, that i didnt mean what i said in the way she thought i did.

but the fact that she could. that hurts yo.

and it hurt her too.

fuck.

night wasnt going too bad either.

we talked... or she talked, i didnt know what to say, and still dont, most of the time, and i asked her how she now felt about things.

"things. there're lots of things. what do you mean?"

"us. or what i said. or such."

"us."

pause.

"i'm fine with you and all. im the same as always with you. but me, personally, i cant really share things now."

i fucked up.

and you know what sucks? she wont let me take any blame. she says its her.