How should I say it.. You screwed up.

It's not that I'm really bitter about it.. I'm just annoyed. I don't appreciate it when people avoid responsibility by blaming their shortcomings on the fact that it's "just how I am."

We clicked, right? Yeah, we did. We actually have stuff in common. We love the same musicals, which is incredibly rare, indeed. How many high-fives did we share, anyway?

What annoyed me, though, is that I got there second, and you forgot to tell me.

So far, I've met something like maybe TWO people with whom I have anything at all in common with. The problem is, you were one of them. Which would have been alright, if you'd actually meant it when you said you weren't quite ready to start into anything with anyone until you had gotten to know everyone better.

Except, you didn't want to get to know me better.

But rather than say, "there's a very nice cute boy who's just like you except better in EVERY POSSIBLE WAY," you insisted that I was special. That I'm still "me," no matter what, and that I'm still an individual.

And yet, you were so quick to start seeing that better version of me.

It's not even that I wanted to start seeing you. I've already found my dreamgirl, found her a long time ago. And you don't even compare. But I wanted a friend. I wanted a friend I could hug and tell my secrets too.

And you know, for a while there, I thought that might work out. Being the "token boy," I mean. The one male who is actually adopted into the circle of girls because he gets along with them better than they do with other girls. I was reaaaaally excited about that. Girls make the best friends.

Unless, of course, they lie for SPORT.

I just wanted to be a good friend, a close friend, a best friend. I wanted to be someone who makes a difference in someone's life just by being there for them to talk to, or to hug. And you actually convinced me that maybe I could.

So how is it that less than a week later, I don't even know you anymore.

You made your choice, when you assured me you wouldn't. And you haven't even defended it to me yet. Because, and I think we both know this, you really can't.

You screwed up. You blew it. I hope that jerk makes you happy when he's getting drunk and talking about scoring chicks with his drinkin' buddies.

We could have been great friends. Had it not been for you. And "the way you are." Whatever.

Your PAL,

John