You bore me. You are wonderfully nice and patient, and never pressure me. But we’ve dated twice before, and for me it’s do or die time. I know after we break up, we won’t be friends. And I don’t know how long I can put off breaking up with you.
You seem half in love with me, but I don’t even really like you that much. I went to prom with you because no one else asked me. When you kissed me that night, I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t like you then, and some how I convinced myself that I liked you. I don’t know if it is the fact that you wrote a song about us and seem like you are half in love with me that convinced me I just don’t like you that much, or all those little annoying things you do.
We don’t always have to be in contact. I don’t always have to be talking to you. I know you want to be facebook official, but I really don’t want to be. I want to figure out how to break it off without hurting you. I want you to stay my friend. I know, too much to ask. So I will seethe silently until I can no longer stand it.
Because when we are together, it is better. I feel like I actually like you. I don’t see all the annoying things you do. It’s only when we are apart and you text me constantly, even when neither of us have something to say. It’s that I feel like I know you completely, and I’ve only know you for a year and a half.
When I am gone, I don’t miss you anymore than any of my friends. I don’t trust you more than anyone else. I don’t feel like I can be who I am in front of you.
And I don’t know what to do. To fix it, and pretend, or wait and see, or to end it now.