You never told me. For weeks I hung out with you, ate ice-cream and pizza, swam in the lake and shared my music with you. You never told me. Does she know how we’ve hung out almost every day? Why wouldn’t you tell me that you’d asked her out after I tried to win you almost everyday for a month? You think that you’re mature and that you are beyond everyone else with your high and mighty intellect and then you do something like this. What were you trying to accomplish? It only hurt me more to find out myself. Sure I’m fine with just being friends with you, but how will it work out with her being paranoid. It hurts to know that no matter what I do, she’ll always be more important and I’ll never mean the same to you as you do to me. Why did you choose her? Her??? Oh God, why?