run ons and [fragments]

I’m sorry I snapped.

No, I’m not allergic to your affections. It just feels wrong to be given something I cannot return. It feels awfully lot like stealing. I’m sorry. Years of friendship, down the drain just so I can save face and tell the world I didn’t let you hang in there. That I didn’t graze your healing scar just because I couldn’t stand to lose you.

This is my saving grace. I sacrificed you for you.