blaming anyone and didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m really sorry about everything.
Me: Oh man, you said that thousands of times. What has gotten into you? A Christian boy? I guess I’m a better person, yet I don’t go to church. What do they teach in churches??? Oh I’m sorry; I didn’t mean that.
David: Yes, of course you’re a better person than me. I’m still a kid who likes to be a little devilish sometimes. I can’t wait until I grow up.
Me: I wish I could just die. Why can’t we be friends? Why can’t we be? I wish we didn’t do things last Thursday. **** it. Why did I let this happen?
David: I just wanted to hug you for some affection, but we somehow got deeper. It was not my goal to go deeper; it seems as if Satan tempted us.
Me: We can’t let that continue unless you love me, which you never did. I just want to make sure for one more time. Maybe I thought it was just a dream. Are we going to prom definitely or maybe or what?
David: Yes, if we can be happy and have fun for once.
Me: You say if? How do you know that we will not have fun?
David: OK, I think if we continue like friends, we have fun. Then why not have fun at prom, too? I’m sure there will be no problems, so you better get busy and start looking for your prom dress.
Me: Two people will die if you cancel the whole thing. I’ll kill you first before killing myself.
David: That won’t happen, OK?
Me: Oh sure. Why didn’t you respect me enough to leave me alone until the pain was gone? Every time I get better you hurt me again. Every time you hurt me, the more I hate you. Part of why I wanted to see you tomorrow is that I want us to do something that will hurt me again. That way I’ll hate you completely.
David: We won’t see each other tomorrow.
Me: Yeah I know, but it hurts for some reason. Really, I really wanted to see you. I don’t only love you as a boyfriend, but you were my best friend too. I enjoyed talking to you. Can’t you understand that?
David: Yes, I have lots fun with you, but why not take the word love out of your heart just like me? I don’t know what love is.
Me: That’s the problem. You don’t know, so how can you command me to take my love out? Can you tell your mom to take her love out for your dad?
David: Oh no, they know what it means and they are using it the right way. It seems that you are abusing yourself. I think that’s silly. I think you should enjoy life like what I’m doing, but I’m not going too far.
Me: It seems like you never try to understand me. Just give a try and accept me the way I am. Why can’t you? You make me so confused. You wrote what a beautiful lady I was in my senior picture. Tell me to forget that and you didn’t mean that.
David: That’s true, you are beautiful. Same as Bridgetta looks beautiful. Tiffany looks beautiful. I am handsome, same as Joey, Roger, and Charles. So … if I am not able to understand you, then go to someone who does.
Me: But you don’t tell that to Tiffany or Bridgetta, do you?
David: Yes, I tell them they are beautiful.
Me: Oh yeah, they didn’t tell me. Are you making that up? I dunno. Whatever it is, it doesn’t matter. The point is that the pain is the same, and I tried, I really tried, to get over you. I could have succeeded if you didn’t bother me. Maybe you didn’t realize, but I took it seriously when you said nice things to me. Please try not to bother me; it hurts. It really does. Try to leave me alone, OK?
David: Yes. Are you still there? What did you say in the end?
Me: Try to leave me alone.
David: OK. I’ll try. Just like the last four weeks?
Me: It’s hard for me to say yes because I hate those four weeks. All I want is for you to try to understand me. Try to be reasonable. Yes, I want us to be friends. But don’t say such nice things. Just nothing, please. Don’t ever tempt me by giving me hugs or asking me out unless you promise yourself not to do anything. Clear?
David: I’ll try my best. OK, fine. Then
Me: Oh man, you said that thousands of times. What has gotten into you? A Christian boy? I guess I’m a better person, yet I don’t go to church. What do they teach in churches??? Oh I’m sorry; I didn’t mean that.
David: Yes, of course you’re a better person than me. I’m still a kid who likes to be a little devilish sometimes. I can’t wait until I grow up.
Me: I wish I could just die. Why can’t we be friends? Why can’t we be? I wish we didn’t do things last Thursday. **** it. Why did I let this happen?
David: I just wanted to hug you for some affection, but we somehow got deeper. It was not my goal to go deeper; it seems as if Satan tempted us.
Me: We can’t let that continue unless you love me, which you never did. I just want to make sure for one more time. Maybe I thought it was just a dream. Are we going to prom definitely or maybe or what?
David: Yes, if we can be happy and have fun for once.
Me: You say if? How do you know that we will not have fun?
David: OK, I think if we continue like friends, we have fun. Then why not have fun at prom, too? I’m sure there will be no problems, so you better get busy and start looking for your prom dress.
Me: Two people will die if you cancel the whole thing. I’ll kill you first before killing myself.
David: That won’t happen, OK?
Me: Oh sure. Why didn’t you respect me enough to leave me alone until the pain was gone? Every time I get better you hurt me again. Every time you hurt me, the more I hate you. Part of why I wanted to see you tomorrow is that I want us to do something that will hurt me again. That way I’ll hate you completely.
David: We won’t see each other tomorrow.
Me: Yeah I know, but it hurts for some reason. Really, I really wanted to see you. I don’t only love you as a boyfriend, but you were my best friend too. I enjoyed talking to you. Can’t you understand that?
David: Yes, I have lots fun with you, but why not take the word love out of your heart just like me? I don’t know what love is.
Me: That’s the problem. You don’t know, so how can you command me to take my love out? Can you tell your mom to take her love out for your dad?
David: Oh no, they know what it means and they are using it the right way. It seems that you are abusing yourself. I think that’s silly. I think you should enjoy life like what I’m doing, but I’m not going too far.
Me: It seems like you never try to understand me. Just give a try and accept me the way I am. Why can’t you? You make me so confused. You wrote what a beautiful lady I was in my senior picture. Tell me to forget that and you didn’t mean that.
David: That’s true, you are beautiful. Same as Bridgetta looks beautiful. Tiffany looks beautiful. I am handsome, same as Joey, Roger, and Charles. So … if I am not able to understand you, then go to someone who does.
Me: But you don’t tell that to Tiffany or Bridgetta, do you?
David: Yes, I tell them they are beautiful.
Me: Oh yeah, they didn’t tell me. Are you making that up? I dunno. Whatever it is, it doesn’t matter. The point is that the pain is the same, and I tried, I really tried, to get over you. I could have succeeded if you didn’t bother me. Maybe you didn’t realize, but I took it seriously when you said nice things to me. Please try not to bother me; it hurts. It really does. Try to leave me alone, OK?
David: Yes. Are you still there? What did you say in the end?
Me: Try to leave me alone.
David: OK. I’ll try. Just like the last four weeks?
Me: It’s hard for me to say yes because I hate those four weeks. All I want is for you to try to understand me. Try to be reasonable. Yes, I want us to be friends. But don’t say such nice things. Just nothing, please. Don’t ever tempt me by giving me hugs or asking me out unless you promise yourself not to do anything. Clear?
David: I’ll try my best. OK, fine. Then
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