I am sorry.
It is all I can say.
I could hear your confusion, sadness.
I could read your emotions through your words.
Each breath felt like a knife in me.
Will I regret this, I don't know.
What I know is, I'm afraid.
Afraid that it'll end badly.
We might look well together,
but really, we're just different.
Different societal circles, environment, mindsets.
Different industries, academics, worlds.
You are an angel.
I am otherwise.
We do not belong.