Wrong timing

You're tired. So tired of trying to explain yourself how something that felt so good at the beginning ended so quickly.
It took you by surprise how rapidly you got into the game, how natural it evolved.
You didn't expect to find him out of the blue, you didn't expect to care that much.
It was like all of the high walls you'd built before suddenly dissapeared.
You thought it was too good to be true, but you couldn't find a flaw.
And slowly you began to think that maybe it's possible, maybe you can still be happy.
You began to show him your scars, to tell him your stories and hoped he would understand and stay.
That hapiness that you didn't feel in a long time was unexpected. You thought it was all lost in the past.
But something had woken it up and you got excited.
That's when he started to dissapear little by little, leting you wonder and feeling you were not enough.
All the hapiness turned into grey, you saw he wasn't ready to move on because he was still stuck in his other story.
You wanted to help him walk near you and you hit a wall.
As much as you wanted to break it, he didn't let you.
And you got tired to be the only one trying, it's hard to carry this responsability alone.
It hurt you to decide to stop, it felt like a failure.
You only needed simple gestures, attention and care. You wanted someone to laugh with, someone to protect you and tell you it's going to be ok after crying so much.
Maybe he couldn't give any of these, maybe he's too hurt and afraid to open again.
Maybe the timing was wrong, maybe you'll meet again one day and decide to start again from the same line.
Or maybe you only needed to show each other something.