UNT Confessions
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Independence is an admirable trait in a woman. You're confident go-getter, yet you give off an aura of entitled-ness and sanctimoniousness. In person you're very empathetic and you've given me good advice... and you have a no-bullshit attitude that's almost masculine and "come at me bro!"-ish.
The man who saved your life... the one who is everything that I could ever hope to be, is in your friend-zone out of a mutual agreement. It boggles my mind, really. I'd almost rather see you marry him for both your sakes.
Your empathy and your attitude makes me want to fall in love with you... but your promiscuity makes me jealous and sad. Typical "you want what you can't have" syndrome on my part. I feel powerless which makes me feel disgusted. I don't even know why I want you to the extent that I do. Your first impression was amazing I guess and the feeling hasn't gone away despite your sanctimonious attitude and your promiscuity and the fact that you ignore me because of your busy life. I wish my life were as busy as yours so I could forget about you.
You sanctimoniousness is made up for by your cheerfulness, and your promiscuity is made up for because you apparently don't think much of the guys you fuck, and I understand being busy.
I wish the impression I had on you was at least close to the one you had on me so you would give me the time of day. I know too much about you, but you know too little about how I feel about you.
I'd rather have my heart be broken than waiting in limbo for you to talk TO me instead of AT me so I could begin to do something with this emotional baggage.
I'm starting to think I just don't have the inner-strength to get rid of you on my own... and we haven't even been anything more than friends. I guess I really am the Lion Man after all.