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I never asked for his touch. I never asked for his kisses and his hugs...his embrace. He gave them to me willingly...at one point in time. He showed me what it was like to feel admired and adored. To feel cared for and safe.

I never expected him to make me feel that way.

Sure, I've always wanted to feel admired and adored. Who doesn't? I just didn't expect it from him. After all, he was the one that approached me first. He was the one that made all the moves. I had control of myself; I had my heart guarded. But somewhere along the line, he took over me. He owned me. I gave him too much too soon. I laid my heart out for him. I exposed myself to him. I was naked and made myself vulnerable. He had so much power over me, he didn't even know it until everything came crashing down in the end.

What I did at the time wasn't wise, but sometimes love takes over and you can't help yourself. You let your heart take over and put logic on the back burner.

Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it, don't it! I thought to myself. Subconsciously, I was scared of how he would react if I told him the words, but I couldn't help it. They slipped out of my mouth before I could stop myself.

"I'm falling for you."

Shit.

There's no doubt that he could not have believed those four words. The emotion I put behind them clearly proved my message to be true, even if it was just over the phone.

"Awwww," he replied. He actually sounded like he was flattered, and truly touched. He didn't freak out like I thought he would. Maybe things will be alright after all, despite the argument that took place between us a few weeks ago, before my hospitalization. Perhaps we could work everything out...

"I have to get back to work."

Or maybe not.

"But I don't want you to go," I murmured pathetically.

"I know, but I really am busy. I have to go. I'll talk to you later, okay?"

"Okay. Bye."

"Bye."

Click.

He didn't sound overwhelmed or upset, I reminded myself after I placed my phone on my bed. Things will be okay. We'll talk about everything later.

We only met a few months ago, but I knew what I wanted. He meant everything to me. After all that we've done together- our late night talks on the phone, our walks along Lake Washington, and the way he made me laugh, I knew I wanted to spend my life with him. Hell, he even said I could possibly be the one.

A few hours later, I received a text from him. I flipped my phone open and found his message, excited for what he had to tell me.

"I'm starting to get really stressed out right now. I need time and space. Thank you."

I should have known. Of course he would be stressed out. After all, our situation did lead me to a psychiatric hospital for nearly two weeks. How could I blame him?

That was the last time I heard from him.

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