Of those relationships that were never really relationships.
Fifteen years of age difference between him and me. We started seeing each other more often, and apparently his feelings started to grow even though he didn't want them to, which resulted in us deciding it was better to stop seeing each other.
After trips, concerts, movie nights, nights cooking together, and keeping each other company... Just when we were sharing more and feeling more, it’s like waking up in the middle of a deep dream.
It was the second time we tried, but I think in the end it should have never been.