my confession

 I ran and did the worst thing I could: basically emotionally withdrew from him. It's the worst thing I could do because I hate it being done to me. It's an awful manipulation tactic. I feel like shit for having done it. I could see how concerned he was, that he was taking it really personally, although I tried to tell him it wasn't personal, I was just busy.I can't tell him that I couldn't handle the intensity, or the closeness, or the passion of our relationship, or the fact I was completely smitten. I'm too immature, too scared of the feelings I have. Our lives are too complicated, and it's better for us both that we're not in contact, and that's an easier cover than giving him the real story.I know he deserves better, but I just can't give him anything more.