Why is it that I have a better time talking to your friends than I do with you? It's only until we're alone, can I really enjoy your company. I dislike them for that. I dislike your friends for being so kind and friendly and fun. But I also dislike that you aren't much of that in front of them. You used to be, though. What happened? Why can't you treat me like I'm yours? I know the jokes you pull on me are merely jokes, but it'd be nice if every once in a while you were actually nice. I don't get it. I can't think of you in the greatest way and then treat you differently. How do you?