I remember you telling me many times "You know, everything would have worked out between us if you would just hug me." And of course I said, "I would hug you if you would not yell at me for things I didn't do." But, when you started liking others, you came to believe that there were many other reasons why we wouldn't work. Why we would never work. But it really was that simple. You treat me ok and I will do everything I can for you. And that was shown in the time I worked with you.
It was so hard at first. I intended to work with you so I could spend time with you. I didn't care about the little money. I was going to spend it all on you anyhow. But then you told me you were seeing him. You also promised that you wouldn't make me see it. You said it would be like I never knew. But you lied. You brought him there all the time. I had to see you guys kissing. I had to see you grab his dick right in front of me. I loved you so much, you have no idea how much this hurt. So I struck out at you. I yelled at you, I said mean things. I basically tried to hurt you as much as you were hurting me. But I couldn't. I would always apologize immediately because I still cared how you felt. You were doing the worst things to me, but I still loved you so much. But everything was being ruined. Ant possibility of a future, any glimpse of a friendship. I didn't want to be around you and made sure you knew it. And I didn't want you to want to be around me. And then one day everything changed.
I went into the back, and you were so happy to see me. I don't know why, and when I asked, you really didn't tell me. You didn't want to be out there with Art is all I remember. But you were happy to see me and acted like you cared about me. Acted like it was so great for me to be there. We never fought after that. We flourished into a friendship. We kidded, joked, played around. I went to buy you lunches, even if that meant I had to go to five places. I tired my best to do all I could, so you didn't have to. And I stopped bitching about Dave. Everything was so simple. You treat me ok, and I will do everything I can for you. And you started depending on me. You would ask me to come down and visit you while you worked with the people you didn't like. All of a sudden, everything was great between us because you treated me like you cared about me. You didn't yell at me for things I didn't do, you didn't take your anger out on me. It all could have been so simple but since you liked someone else, you don't think this anymore. But it could have been. It all could have been so simple…