You used to be my friend. I told you one night about how much effort I was making a particular gentleman caller go to in order to win me. I was embarrassed to admit I had suggested the man drive over 100 miles with me to eat at the place I wanted to eat at. It had to be this place. He did this without complaining and I confided that I wasn't sure I was worth it. You told me that I'm always worth it, and to remember that. It truly struck me to the core. I had never really believed that I was worth it, and I couldn't remember anyone ever saying that I was. You used to be my friend. I continued to get closer to you. You had the same relationship the entire time I knew you. I was supportive of it always, but just like when we first met I began to flirt with you. One day you were feeling low and I flat out told how attractive you were. You used to be my friend. When your relationship ended, I started to be a regular at your home, and became comfortable in your space. It felt like stealing the first time we kissed. I didn't deserve you, you were so beautiful. I was just a rebound, someone to regain confidence with. I couldn't have been happier to be a place to better yourself, someone to offer healing. You see, you used to be my friend. One night I realized we couldn't be friends anymore. I was infatuated with you, smitten. I told you. You used to be my friend. Now, you are my partner too. Instead of telling me I am worth all the effort o demand from my callers, you show me. Instead of reminding me of my worth, you show me.
