You are probably pretty high up on the list of people who annoy me to no end. You’re obnoxious and crazy and generally aggravating. And somehow that, combined with all the good things about you, makes you irresistible. We don’t even act like we’re just friends. We flirt (in our own way) by arguing, but neither of us means it and everyone can tell. And everyone thinks we should be together, save for a few sophomores I know, but they hardly know us. And yet, we’re stuck: friends, but god forbid something more, with a hundred thousand steps towards something else not being enough. I’ve known you for four years. It’s not enough. When will we get out of here, if we ever do? Our story is up to you now; I know what I want to happen. Now you have to decide.