“Its not that complicated” I sighed. I hate it when people make bigger issues out of stupid things.
“Yes, actually it is” she said.
I swear I think she just rolled her eyes. I can feel it. Actually I know her she just rolled her eyes.
“Explain.” I snapped back grasping the phone a little tighter.
“Really! Have you not been listening! I can’t believe this.” She freaked.
“Basically,” I started “you like him, he likes you. He’s a good guy, same beliefs as you, just needy. It’s like, and I’m quoting you, ‘ you jumped from not dating to dating for months in a matter of weeks’.”
“Yes” she interjected.
“Still not seeing complicated.”
“ I don’t want to date him.” She’s starting to sound very exhausted. I’m sure not as exhausted as I am with this conversation.
“I thought you guys weren’t dating?” I questioned. My head was starting to hurt.
“We’re not.”
“Okay, so you guys are not dating but, you are acting like you are dating, and you don’t want to be dating” I stated.
“Pretty much.”
“Does he know you don’t want to date right?”
“Yes, we talked” she answered. I’m starting to feel like I’m missing something. Am I missing something? I’m so confused.
“I still don’t see how it’s complicated” I sighed. Now I have a headache.
“It just is.”

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