"A quiet mind cureth all."

- Robert Burton

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Everyone has a moment where they wonder if they just should have kept quiet rather than said anything at all. I can say I may have had a few of these, more if I'm being honest, but nothing that has really affected me or that I really regret until now. I blame pineapple juice and vodka, but really it's probably my own fault telling him we should sleep together. Did I think that would make him love me? Probably. As far as I've ever seen sex is a vital part of a relationship and if it isn't there then they don't need to be with you. I still try to cling tight to the hope that a relationship can be built off of love and a general enjoyment of your companion but it looks like I slipped. But can you blame me? When you get as desperate as me (unfortunately) you say and do things you wouldn't otherwise do. He's got the wrong idea. If I could just un-send that text I'd be very grateful. Now I'm stuck in an uncomftorable position because he can't have his cake and eat it too and I've made it seem like he can. He wouldn't want this cake anyways. There are things about me I don't think he'll ever acknowledge none the less accept. It's a futile effort on my part and I've wasted years on it. Should I feel ashamed? Maybe. Did jealousy spur me to commit this unplanned word vomit? Sure, I'd bet money on it even. Can I take it back? No. What's done is done and that's the worst part. Where was it I read "The worst thing in the world is loving someone that used to love you"?