I’m sorry that I brought love into our relationship. And I’m not being sarcastic or self-pitying. I am truly sorry I made love a factor in your being with me.
I remember when you first said “I love you” to me. I could tell that it wasn’t something you meant or wanted to say. I never let myself believe it or think it out loud though, because I knew there would be too much regret on my behalf if I had.
We were spending the weekend at your house, and very late at night we decided we were ready to take our relationship to the next step. We were intimate, or at least moving along swiftly towards breaking that boundary. And that’s when I doubted myself and made the biggest mistake of my life. I told you that I’m not sure we should continue if we do not love each other. You would have been my first, and having love tied to that was important to me.
I remember that you were very off-put. A little startled that I’d interrupted what we were doing to bring up such a dangerous subject. You jokingly said you “lub” me, or you “luff” me, but my innocence was prudent. I know that you reluctantly said you “love” me just so you could be with me in that moment. You knew it, I knew it, but we never talked about it. I am sorry for that. I should have either went for it or stood firm. I shouldn’t have been coy and encouraged you to say those three words before I would participate in something I initiated in the first place.
I seduced you that night. I seduced you into your bed, into my heart, and into my fantasy. And ultimately I’m paying the price because of it.
I know you never loved me. It was so silly of me to build such a mountain from your morsel.
In the end though, I do hope you know and accept that I truly loved you. Because all of my nonsense aside, you too had the power to spare me this painful reality. This truth I’ve come to live by where love is used as leverage, and unrequited thusly.