Dear You

Dear Friend-Zone, Again

Dear Friend-Zone,

I told you in my last letter that I was guilty. Am I really, though?

It depends on the crime. If the crime is not liking you, then yes. If the crime is hurting you, then, unfortunately, yes.

I can clear myself of one charge, though. In my last letter, I couldn't give you good reasons. Now I can.

I know this really isn't the consolation prize you were hoping for, but it's the best I can do.

Number one. You are older than me. We would never work out because you have moved away and begun a totally different stage of life than me. I know that long-distance relationships are possible, but we are living through totally different things right now and moving in different directions. You are just enough older that it's not happening right now.

Not a good enough reason you say? Number two. You are too emotionally attached. This is a strange reason, coming from a girl to a guy, but it's very true. You want too much from me emotionally, and I can't give that to you, especially if we aren't dating. You want more advice and counsel from me than I think I can rightly give, especially considering our age gap. I haven't been there yet. I can't give you advice on something I've never had the chance to experience myself.

Number three. Our personalities clash. You dive into relationships head first. I take a lot of time to test the waters. You complain about everything. I don't (one of my few strong points), and I can't listen to that for very long. I am sarcastic and a dream killer, and you try to play along with me, but it doesn't work. I can't tell if you take my sarcasm seriously. You, on the other hand, go a little too strong, and when you realize I'm hurt you over-apologize.

It's hard to explain why over-apoligizing is a problem. I guess it's because you feel everything so deeply, and I refuse to let myself feel anything that deep. That in turn transfers to clingy-ness, and I get weird and need out. We just don't work with each other.

Like I've said, I'm sorry for hurting you; but I hope you can see now that it's just not meant to be. I hope we can go back to being friends. 

(Like that will ever happen.)

Just Friends, -Me