“I’m out having fun. What does it look like?” “You’re on a date? I can’t believe you.” “You told me I was being too needy.” I put my hands on my hips angrily, my ears burning with rage. “I thought we had something.” “So did I.” “Then what are you doing?” I whisper angrily. “Trying to get over you.” “What? Why?” “Because you don’t want what I want,” she snaps. “What is that?” “A friendship.” “We’re fucking. Of course we have a friendship. Have you gone mad?” I swear, I’m about to lose my shit. “I want you to talk to me.”
I love how she’s calling him out, but he’s looking RIGHT past her very valid points! 🙄
