i hate when things are over

Today B sent me a message to thank me for remembering his birthday.  (I didn't.  Facebook told me.)  And he said he remembered the first time we met, how I seemed shy and uncertain of myself.  I decided to be honest with him and tell him the truth, that he reminded me very much of someone else I felt strongly about, and it rattled me.  I think I opened a door I ought not to have opened because his response was too warm, too much an invitation.  But not really.  The kind of warm invitation that feels good because it is sincere and a compliment and it is honest.  We could have.  We might have.  We would have if.  These are nice things to say.  These are nice things to be told.  Except that we work together and maybe that's not really a great idea to share those kinds of thoughts with people with whom you are supposed to be professional.

Oh well.

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