Dammit. Thank you ever so much for killing my hopes.

So I asked you, "when do you wanna hang out? I mean, when you can, of course"-- I really did not expect flippin' winter break. And, to top that, a reunion. With other people.

Don't get me wrong. I have nothing against that. That reunion (which, if I'm not wrong, would have, maybe, three other people-- with ovaries) sounds like much fun.

But. But argh, maybe I was too subtle? But then again, I feel like you knew exactly what I was asking you.

Yeah. Yeah, I think you did.

Honestly, I feel really irritated but... but I don't think I can find it in myself to be really angry. Disappointed, yes, but... sort of relieved, too.

I think, however much I'm beginning to like you more and more, I'm not ready to really risk this friendship.

Because if we date, and we break up, I don't think we'll be friends again.

And I don't want that.