It ends here

I may have, but then again, I may have not. You see it's all a blur to me. Now, finding out what I just found out doesn't really help. It's as if nothing makes sense anymore.

I told you one night how much I consider you as a friend. I would have expected the same reply, but you didn't really quite get there.

You're a disappointment, but somehow you always find ways to redeem yourself. And I feel foolish, because I allow you to. Because I like you, maybe.

Let's just reset. Hi, can we be friends?

P.S. Actually, I think you're really mean.