It's All About Who We Were

But who were we?


The nice boy asked me out on a date. 
I said no. 


I guess that it's the realisation that I will undoubtably hurt him that stops me from saying yes because a date might have been nice. Or maybe it's the fact that after The Ex and The Boy, the thought of any sort of relationship makes me feel sick to the stomach. Which is sad because I should really let the nice boy in. He's lovely.