I like who I am when I'm with you :)

Maybe she couldn't help it. She send it. He read it. She regretted. Not her feelings, not at all. She couldn't stand herself when she had that strange need of telling things. She bet he would have preferred not knowing. But it was too late. She only could wait nothing to change between them. He was her bridge to her freedom and creativity and she didn't want to lose that all for a stupid romance that would get to nowhere. Whether she liked him or not, it shouldn't have mattered. It was completely irrelevant. He already knew she liked him, why on earth would he want to know how much? She needed to get it real. If she didn't tell someone the way she was feeling, it wouldn't have been quite tangible. And how do you solve a problem that doesn't entirely exist?
He would run away and she knew it.
She was already upset.