I've all but given up now. I send you messages. You read them all but do not respond. You have to realize things didn't work out with HER for a reason. In my mind, I think that reason is me. I get you. I've always gotten you. Six years we've been friends, at some point more than friends. (maybe in mind) We both know I'm not intimate with my friends C. You know what I have to offer you. You've always known it. It's always been you. Even when I with someone else, it was still you. I cannot beg or plead or cry anymore. You've indirectly let me know you're not interested in spending the rest of your life with me. No matter how great the sex was or just how delicious my chocolate chip cookies are. (smile) I love you. You once said you wanted me to love you the way I love Andy. Well, now, 6years and a handful of disappointments, I do. C, if we're not moving forward, we are standing still. You've made me wait what seems like a lifetime.