Two Sweet Is Too Much For A Man (I learned it the rough way.)
I realize it NOW, after a while dealing with anger missiles shot each time I get close to my BF, that life is soar if you over-dose the sweetener: men don’t work better if we bathe them in Jell-O.
It’s ridicule to believe that calling everyday, talking on mess or sleeping in the same bed makes it last. A relationship is fueled by something more specific than words, something more tangible (?) yet volatile: FEELINGS in action. If these are one-sided and if they’re misdirected, it’s a pity to lie to yourself that “things are just fine”.
What I’m going to do to eventually revitalize our (now) friendship is… nothing. I will try to sit back and wait for him to tend his hand when ready. It may never come, but as least I haven’t lost him completely as a person. He will have the freedom of being himself when being around me.