She called me last night.
I hadn’t heard from her in over 6 months but there she was again in my ear, sweet as pie, “Hi Tee. Happy New Year.”
I’ll never tell her that her voice is so beautiful to me cuz I don’t want to get her hopes up.
I don’t like her like that but when she wants to see me I go because I respect the fact that she likes me and I appreciate her for showing it.
But it was the same old complaints as we sat in the bar having drinks and talking. “Why don’t you like me?” “Why are you so mean?” “You don’t fuck with me.”
I’m like, “Look. I DO fuck with you. I answer your calls, I came to meet you. You should be glad its like this you get time with me when YOU want it, I don’t turn you down. I just don’t sweat you.”
She made a face and turned away from me.
I mean I wish I could like her but I don’t feel anything when I see her. She’s cute and bubbly and funny but other than that we have nothing in common.
I can’t talk to her about things I like to talk about. When I think about it, I think the only reason she likes me is because she thinks I’m pretty.
“How do you look now?” she asked softly before I agreed to meet up with her.
“I look the same. My hair is longer,” I replied and sighed.
It’s nice to be appreciated for being “pretty” but there should be something more.
I mean, for real. I don’t want to hurt her feelings so i try to handle her with care at the same time she’s better off finding someone who she matches with in lifestyle. I do not match with her.
But I don’t want to hurt her feelings so when I hear her sweet voice say, “I want to see you, Tee.” I go.
Out of respect for someone who likes me and cares enough to show it.