"You're going to find some short black haired girl."
"No I won't, I promise." (Beginning of June)
"Nothing is going to happen between us. We're not going to go out." (A week later)
"Have you kissed?"
"We have, yes." (Two weeks later)
"She's not my girlfriend, god damnit!"
"She's his girlfriend."
"Wanna hang out?"
"I'm helping her with her graduation party."
"Thanks for being there."
"I've decided I just want to be friends with her." (Mid July)
"He's having a hard time getting the message that it's over."
"That's not what happened, people talk shit."
"So you weren't lying when you told me you just wanted to be her friend?"
"No." (End of August)
"...when she broke up with him, he was really upset." (Last night)
"You left me for her."
"The fuck I did. God damnit, Danielle! She's out of our lives. She's done with. This is over! It's done! Forget about her! It's over!"
"He's visiting her at JMU." (Two days later, Friday)
It obviously was worth it. I can't believe I believed you when you said you loved me. I hope you don't read this before I see you. I have to tell you something. And all of this just doesn't amount. You're psycho. Worse than me in this aspect. That's all I'll say. I hope you don't read this before I see you.