The end of a fling

The story of me and this man ends here. Troubled minds and lives of us both, prevented it from becoming something. I made a fool of myself and I ended up discovering that he wasn’t worth the effort. This not necessarily a bad thing. I tried, I failed. It is not his fault either. I hindered my efforts unto him by writing in English, by patronizing, by taunting him. It is only fair to acknowledge my fault. Why did I do that? I am scared to find out. Really scared that I might have fallen in love with him. Banish the though. OK, this end here.