Thursday, 6:30 am.
Dearest, you kept texting me after midnight last night. I was pissed and you were drunk and needy. I asked if you wanted to read my diary, and you said yes. So, I gave you the link to this site. I offered this to you so you could see that yes, I do get upset, but I always love you.
You asked what I want last night. I want you to step up. I want you to admit we have something more than a friendship. And I want you to put some effort into seeing if we can have a relationship. Your text said you would try. When I finally called you out frustration, you said you want to withdraw.
So, I challenge you again. Please, step up instead of walking away. I love you. Yes, you sometimes are a bitch (your word, not mine). I hope you call or text me. I also hope that as you read this site, you realize the one constant throughout is that I love you and care for you, and I will always be here for you, when you decide you want me. All my love you you.
