I know that sometimes i tag myself the victim. This evening i realized the bad guy was me, and i learned another lesson in love. Men and women are made of different hormones.
She said:
I don’t know that i can bring myself to trust you again. How could you be so insensitive, so naive? We just had a brown sugar moment, and the next thing you blurt out to me is that you asked your ex to come back to you. How is that supposed to make me feel?
This time, it was I who broke her heart. The bad guy is me. No wonder she’s asking for space.
I’m sorry. I was foolish. I need you. Please don’t go.