And You Say He’s Just a Friend

E* plays an undefined, and therefore frustrating role in my life. I think he’s fantastic and see with myself with him, yet he won’t/can’t/refuses to fit into any of the available open slots in my life. And this may be because he doesn’t want to. His incessant insistence on self-preservation exhausts my mind and make my heart doubtful of any fruition or concreteness this relationship may possibly have. 

I am constantly cast aside in an effort to provide assurance of his not being in love. He’s so scared of my potential. I told a friend that this whole thing will soon combust without either of us ever knowing how the other one felt. She called it tragic. It is.