Gentlemen Hint

To conclude that last rant, I've decided that I can accept this person's "hatred" for me. I understand he is offended and that it is my fault, and I am truly sorry for that.

I cannot, however, apologize for having been attracted to him. That's not exactly something that I can control. I would think that he'd be able to realize that. I suppose not.

Also, I think that he is, in at least one aspect, blowing things out of proportion. I admit that I felt those feelings for him and I am infinitely sorry for having offended him. I wouldn't mind telling him that, because I do still care about him, even if only a little. I am admitting what I did and apologizing for it, but apparently that's not good enough for him.

So be it. If he is going to be so egocentric as to not consider how I look at this whole situation, then that is his own matter. If he is so immature that he would rather shun the cause of his problems rather than face it and learn to move on, then I have no interest in associating with him until he starts being mature and letting bygones be bygones. I understand I'm being more than a little harsh, but I feel that this is what I have to do in order to move on with my life while generating as little bad air as possible.

I want him to know that my silly little pursual of him, for the time being, is over and done with. I have no interest in being in any kind of relationship with him beyond a friendship. Come to think of it, at this moment, I don't really want to being in any kind of relationship with him at all until he lets it go.

I mean, it's not like I MEANT for him to be offended--hell, I didn't even mean for him to find out. I suppose the fact that he found out is my fault in some way or another. I don't know how or why, but I did something that lit the fuse...

I hope that, one day, he'll wise up and accept the fact that this whole ugly mess happened and that there's nothing either one of us can do to change that. But according to every account I've ever heard on the matter, he is a good person, so I know that there is at least the most marginal hope of us being good friends.

I guess this is the end.