I need to get hooked on something else, or else I would just be thinking of you.
You didn’t tell me I was the villain of your story. We met. We made a connection, got along and became friends. There came a point I would like to believe we were more than that. But he came to the picture, and turned me into the third vertex of the triangle.
This is so not me. So I am taking a back step. Before I become hooked on a hook, I better find a diversion.