She hurt me. I don’t hate her for it. She was scared. Things had begun to move so quickly. I think it was just a bit much for her to take in. I can’t really understand because I don’t know what its like to be her.

All I know is, she came to me asking for forgiveness with a hole in her heart. We talked. A lot. She explained herself and opened up to me. I, in turn, told her my fears, my desires. It was a long evening. There was a lot of giggling and a matching amount of crying.

In the end we patched things up and cuddled a bit before parting ways for our separate homes and beds.