“You don’t get to kiss me, fuck with me, tell me how bad you want me one morning, then spend the next few days doing everything in your power to not even brush your arms with me. You don’t get to get jealous when you’ve had all the chances in the world to make me yours and never taken them. You don’t get to keep me on a string, at your beck and call for when you decide you want to take me out of my box and play with me.” She stabs her finger into my chest like she wants it to hurt. "I told you in there you needed to make a decision about what you want from this, from me, and you walked away.”
