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
