Eric,
I still love you.
Have I told you that lately? I hear your voice and smile and laugh, and even though I don't want to have sex with you, part of me still loves you...
because you have always loved and admired the poet in me.
So if you were trying to screw me over for a few buck on a car deal, that hurts me deeper than you could ever imagine, and I don't think we can be friends anymore. But if you were being deceitful, then why offer to trash the deal and take me shopping to places you aren't allowed to go to or it could mean your job? Was that a lie? Was that an act? Was that...just another way you found to try and fuck me?
I don't think I ever want to see you again or know you anymore.
I say this, mind you, without conviction...because in all honesty, I don't know the truth of the situation...but either way, it's time I started pulling away from you, because loving you is like playing with fire...
and I am forever getting burned.
Disappointed,
TeeTee