I hate you. I hate you so much. But I also love you so much. And that sucks because I know you don’t love me back. You barely even like me.

Mari, you were my bisexual awakening. I longed and yearned for you to like me back. Which is wrong because you have a girlfriend, and she’s lovely and completely yours. I hate you because I can’t stop liking you. I feel like I’m annoying you sometimes because I never shut up, and you just smile and stare at me in a way that makes me feel like you’re only my friend because you feel bad for me.

I know you’ll never like me back. I just don’t think I’m your ideal type, or someone you’re capable of falling in love with. What frustrates me most is that you know how much I like you, and every now and then you’ll ask if I still do. Not because you finally like me back or because you’re about to confess. But because you like knowing you have the power to make people fall for you.

So I’ve come to a conclusion. I’m going to stop liking you. For your girlfriend. Next time you ask if I have feelings for you, I’ll say no. Out of respect for her. Not for you.