Probably too personal.

She never really understood how in love I was with her. Nor did I ever understand how much she needed a friend, a confidant outside of her normal circle of let-downs and disappointments. We spent a lot of time trying to get from the other what they were unwilling to give. Why did we keep trying for over a year when it was obvious the first month? Probably because it was always very personal, very close, and that is hard to let go. Her emotions were always very fragile. I guess from having only known abandonment by men. I wanted to be someone that would stick to their word. And suggestions by me that it would be better if we didn't talk were met with desperate pleas. But, I over estimated myself and had to turn a deaf ear. I had intruded on lives I should not have. Even with the best of intentions, it was a neighborhood I did not want to visit. But, I went, and I lived, and I have a few great memories, along with a little better idea of what I really want and need and have to offer. Live and learn, right.