It’s Branflake

Minneapolis MN

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It’s been a long time Tatiana, but maybe you still lurk here. I hope your memories of me aren’t all bad. When we started dating, I was not in a good place. It was easy to hide at first, because you made me feel important. You made me feel everything again. I know that I made you feel like shit in return. I developed a petty vindictiveness that I didn’t know I was capable of. I was afraid of rejection, and I know I pushed you way too far with my stupid mind games. I should’ve just told you everything upfront, and in the end, it was just easier to pretend that I didn’t care. I will likely never feel what I felt for you, with anyone else. I miss your goofy giggle, and I miss having those conversations about music. You made me think about things that never would’ve occurred to me, and I’m honored to have been in your presence at that time. Speaking of timing, it was just bad. I know that’s a bit of a cop out, but I couldn’t admit to myself that I wasn’t entirely over my past relationship, and that I also had these exciting and new feelings for someone else. And I hurt you, and I’m sorry. I was incredibly torn, and I ruined it. You’re right though: You were way too good for me. Not everyone has the courage to be as transparent as you though. I’ll always have the random and vivid memories, in spite of everything that I allowed to go wrong, and away. I can’t find you online, but I would love to see you. Brandon