All of this reminds me of chapter 21 of the Little Prince with the fox: their encounter happens every day, same time, same place... waiting for each other, building up memories, sitting every day a bit closer. It's to tame, and it's beautiful in itself. Sometimes it's sweetness that we can't afford though. I fear my own tenderness too. 

As I refrain from expressing my vulnerable share, I walk back home with the horrible feeling I have been hidden, with my guards up, and left you with something unclear which looks like a rejection of your friendship, which I didn't mean to.