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Last night, I accidently stepped on your kitten outside your front door and killed it. I’m sorry for not telling you that the cat was dead, and when you discovered the cat this morning, I’m sorry for blaming its death on your overweight cousin.
We’re still good, right?
I miss you so much. I ruin my life without you. I’m sorry that I’m so codependent, but you need me as much as I need you, and we both know it.
Call?
You earned my trust over a year, and became one of my dearest and closest friends. It started to become something more and it seemed mutual. You shared my bed with me in an overtly intimate manner.
Now what? Where are you when I need you most? How can you just go back to nothing like that?
I just want you to love me.
Look, it’s been long enough, I’ve moved away, and the statute of limitations has expired. Now’s a good opportunity for me to tell you that I used to spy on you through the slats in the blinds of your bedroom window. I saw you emerging naked from the shower, I saw you riding your man, and I saw you “stirring the paint” while watching Jeopardy. I tried to hint around that I was interested, but either you weren’t interested or you didn’t get it. But being the perceptive and inquisitive type, you weren’t all I witnessed. I witnessed your man bringing a strange young girl home when you weren’t around. They seemed “intimate.”
you’re my friend, and you’ve been around for a while, longer than most of my other friends. But I’m sorry, I may be your friend and appear not to harbor any bad feelings, but I do that merely for convenience and to avoid a scene. Everything about you I pretty much despise - your fierce confidence, which really just turns out to be fat-headedness and over-the-line cockiness, your habit of putting down everyone around you, your ability to charm everyone you meet with your silk words when you know your intentions aren’t at all pure, your moochiness which gets pretty ridiculous…. I seriously want to tell you exactly how I feel and cease being your friend, but I don’t know how to go about it.
And I’m not the only one who feels this way. You better think about what you are doing to those you call friends, because I have a feeling you’re going to turn around one day and they will all be gone, including me.
I gave up a week of my social life to help you with your problem. I was a little wary of doing so, and hated lying to my friends. But I did it for you. Your problem (and I told you many times it wasn’t even a problem) was preventing you from enjoying sex. But we never had sex afer that.
i wish we were farmers. i wish we knew how to grow sweet potatoes and milk cows. i wish we were lovers, but it’s for the best.
So, look. I made a mistake in thinking your boyfriend was a cut-and-dried bad guy. He had his reasons for being mad! I’m more than happy to note that I did the right thing and helped bring you two back together for my mistake…
But where does that leave me? Drifting, as always… the sweeter-than-sugar guys never win the prize, they just leave home, alone, with only their philanthropic deed(s) to keep them company.
I’m jaded; but that doesn’t mean I’m not happy for you.
It’s not so much that I want to have sex with your wife. I mean, I do (she is a very sweet and sexy woman) , but that’s not what my jealuosy is about. Really it’s that I want to feel welcome and wanted in her presence, wich I never really have. Hearing about you doing sexy stuff with your other friends and remembering my aparent inability to impress those people with my unique wit and charm just makes me feel very alone.
I like to think that we’re good enough friends and open minded enough that one day I’ll have a good woman with me too and we could all four just get drunk, naked & let whatever happens happen.
For now I just want to say that I love you both and I’ll always be there when you need a friend.