Maybe I did scare you. Maybe you were nervous.

It was always about permission and consent-- yours, not mine. No kisses permitted. Consent denied.

There were so many things I wasn't allowed to do, didn't have the right, the permission to do. Little things, meaningless things, things she could do and had done.

But when pretty girls decide to try on pretty dresses in pretty stores, that's when boys like you decide to give up on girls like me. You pulled yourself out of me, got dressed and went out to watch a pretty girl try on pretty dresses.

Not exactly.

You said it was too difficult. I was too tight. This wasn't going to work.

Some things fit better than others, I thought.

Like pretty girls trying on pretty dresses.