She doesnt know how it started and how did it change from pure friendship to something else.. something that she cant define.. Since her dad was never there for her she considered him as a role model, a guy who was always there for her caring, understanding, and is always by her side, always.
And yet, she cant remember when did the tone of the messages start to change, when did it include more personal and romantic hints.. She never encouraged him, she thinks, but she was touched by all the tenderness she ached for.. Her life was empty and he was there.. but was it that? was she only impressed because she was lonely or because it was him.. she was never able to tell..
At first she kept thinking it was friendly flirtation or maybe it was all in her mind, but then he asked her to sit with her privately and talk about it.. She felt it was not right, she knew it, and thats why she kept escaping it by giving him excuses .. The guy was married, with 2 kids and they both were on different religions.. how much more wrong can it be..
She told him that this could not happen ever.. She broke up something that might have not even be there to break but she knows for a fact she did the right thing…
She misses him, and his messages, and the fact that she has to see him every single day makes it harder.. She is happy that things didnt get weird between them, but she feels his pain, and yet she is happy for making that decision.. she is not that kind of a girl..
