Day 2

My friend,

I have never heard you say it. Say that you cared about me, or that you wanted me to be a part of your life, or that I was precious to you, nothing. I've never even been called pretty by you. Why is that? What is so hard about that, to tell me what you think. It's not that difficult, I swear.

Finally it happened, over a simple text late at night. You finally told me you cared about me, and that you always have, ending with "you're like my little sister."

Little sister... That's not how you treat me. You treat me like I'm a girl you're trying to win over. You constantly flirt with me, tease me, and continually touching me. Whether it's hugging me, or pulling on me or whatever else you like to do. If that's how you see me then at least treat me that way. Don't confuse me anymore than I already am.






It gets old.

-Stacy

Day 1

Well... its more like year 15. I've known you since I was born literally. Remember that we're born on the same day, exactly 12 hours apart by the minute, I'm the older one, our mom's are best friends. We've always been together, they used to sit us next to each other when we were one, we became best of friends when we were two and I used to try to kiss you when we were three. You're the only friend I've had my entire life, even if you were a guy you knew everything about me. You're my childhood friend, we have grown up together, you know my secrets, and I'm pretty sure you can read me like an open book. I know that's how I see. Whenever I'm upset you try your best to make me laugh. Even if that means you get hurt in the process. You're not just my friend, you're my brother, but you obviously didn't want that.

Do you remember in the 8th grade you had kissed me? You were spending the night at my house, I was laying on my bed, you on the floor, you had grabbed my hand and held it, then you slowly got up kneeled by my bed and kissed me goodnight. You then left my room to sleep in my brother's. Do you remember how I was crying that night because my parents had just divorced. And you just stood there outside with me holding me tight, wiping my tears. That was the first day it started, the emotional roller coaster you have dragged me on ever since.

And then this last year when I finally got the courage to ask you why you had done that.... you said you didn't remember. Didn't remember? How could you not? I know you're a player and almost every girl is the same to you, but I'm like your sister?! How could you dismiss this so quickly? I don't understand, I just wanted to know why, but I guess I never will.
-Stacy