Together as a pair that we are not only two friends at least we thought. You ask me to share the way that I feel, but it's hard when I think -- you can't be for real. Sometimes you don't make sense, how could we ever be just friends? I think of you more than I should and wonder why to like me that way, you never could. After all the moments we've been through, that's all I wanted from you. I wished for you to like me enough to for once consider 'us'. I am forever putting down men, and it is because I haven't found a good one yet. When I first met you I thought I had, but you were another one that turned bad. I asked myself what I did wrong, if you didn't like me -- why did you see me this long? I feel like I tried my best, but it seemed I wasn't in your interests. There was nothing more I could do, except quit seeing you. Every once in awhile, I still thought of you and longed for you to want me too. Then one day you come back as if between us exists no distance or past, but things really haven't changed -- a girlfriend makes it all the same. Why is it me you chose to be with? Why is it me you chose after all of this? To you, I will be honest. That next day I had a lot of regret. I could't believe how stupid I'd become, since I don't think it meant a thing to you -- not even one. For awhile I believed you're no better than the rest, all lies and deceit. Then I remembered how you treated me, which was respectfully. Why didn't you hurt me like the others? Deep down, I know I shouldn't compare you to another. There is just too much confusion in all that's been said and done. But the one answer you've wanted is -- I wanted you to be more than my friend instead. To like me for who I am, to give me a chance and say you understand. All along you probably knew that's all I wanted from you. Copyright December 28, 1998 by Bobbie J. BrownBirth sign: Scorpio
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