We've been spending almost every spare minute together. We have walks, talks, dinners, discussions on everything under the sun. Every few days, we come damn close to hooking up but then you panic and go cold on me.
Here's what I think. I think you don't feel that you deserve happiness. I think you like the way that I treat you, but every time you start to like it too much, you get scared.
The other day, I told you that it's time for us to stop spinning our wheels, and you told me that you just want to be friends? Just friends? The night before, you were snuggled up to me and rubbing my crotch through my jeans.
Just friends? Fuck off. I already have lots of friends. It's time for you to put out or get out. Life is too short to play this game of yours forever. —Blue Balls