I'm tired of being alone. I'm so sick of it. When I look at you I can't believe how great we are. You, me, and him are like the three musketeers... except they didn't fight like we do... and they didn't have a weird chick. *sigh* You guys are my two favorite boys and I love you to death. But YOU, I'm too close to you. You've become a boyfriend substitute and my best friend. I hate that! I'm sad that you're leaving but maybe this will force me to look for something... some one better. Something real. I'm sick of coming over and just playing house. It's going to be the best and worst thing ever to happen to me when we move in together. *jumps up and down* I need a boyfriend... no a companion, a soulmate... I know it sounds stupid but it's what I need right now. Maybe without you around, guys will come up to me a clubs when I go out... instead of being scared of you. Honey, I love you dearly.
Don't forget, I'll always be yours (even though you're not mine)