Even though we didn’t have a label, we hung out a couple times a week for 10 months. We had a lot of “casual sex” except it didn’t feel casual after a while. We went on dates and danced in bars. Had shots on rooftops, and talked till there was nothing left to say. We kissed in elevators and held hands in the car. You kissed my forehead every time you saw me, and slept with your feet tangled in mine. We were supposed to be casual. No strings attached, no commitment. How did I think I won’t get attached? You cried when I told you I can’t do this anymore. You said you respect my feelings and support whatever decision I make. But you didn’t let me go. You said you feel all the same things but we have to be practical. I leave in 5 months, you’re at a crossroads in life because of your work. That’s all true. Which is why I decided I cant do it anymore. Sorry I had to delete your number, or all of our horrible (read: adorable) selfies with our tongues out. I wont have been able to stop myself from calling you in a weak moment, so I had to. I’m going to miss you but I’m also going to work on my self now. Maybe I’ll see you someday when the feelings go away