Pathetic.

"Ohmygosh." 

"He said it was a mistake. That if he wasn't tired, if I wasn't half drunk, if the atmosphere wasn't fragile, he wouldn't have kissed me." I explained all in a gush. 

"Shit." She mutters. 

I groan and pull my hair. "Imagine how I'm feeling." I groan. "A guy who kisses you first, tells you he kissed you with no wrong intentions?" 

"Maybe it was just a friendly kiss?" She suggests and I hit my head on the table. 

"Friendly kiss." I chuckle. "Friendly kiss." I repeat. 

It really sounded absurd in my ears. 

"I feel so embarrassed. So humiliated." 

"It's alright." She pats my back. "There are sometimes we get our heart broken even though we aren't in any relationship." She tries to console me. 

I wouldn't lie I was hurt, but I felt more embarrassed than hurt. Embarrassed for the fact that I actually thought he liked me. I actually thought maybe, just maybe, he felt something for me.