I had to get out. I left immediately.

I remember it clearly. I invited you to a party. It was suppose to be our night. A time for us to just chill and be our goofy selves. Perhaps it could have been the night I admit that I really like you and would like to have more than casual sex; a courage that I developed after weeks of us being together.

But there's this doubt inside of me. A piece of insecurity that you might be using me. I was close to overcoming this that night.

Then we suddenly became intimate, like our previous nights together. This was the defining line that says my conscience might be right after all.

Us is something that gets you by. I am a fool to even pretend that we are something more.

So I had to get out. I left immediately.