Random Life Stories and Unpredictable Moments

Some background here. I'm a 31-year-old guy with a 25-year-old sister who still lives with our parents. Our mom and sister have only done odd jobs, never anything official beyond cash gigs like babysitting. My dad was the breadwinner until finances got rough around 10 years ago, which eventually led to losing their house due to foreclosure. Despite that, my mom never sought formal employment. Fast forward to today, and they're about to lose another house. No one is making attempts to find work. The underlying issue these past years was my dad's hidden opioid addiction, which spiraled out of control recently, landing him in jail for a couple of years.

Since he's been incarcerated, I've cut off communication with him, as well as with my mom and sister because they haven’t repaid me for several bills under my name, yet they manage to send money to dad in prison. I've repeatedly encouraged them to look for jobs and covered the bills in the interim, but after months without any change, I stopped after being blatantly ignored when asking for reimbursement. They’ve accused me of abandoning them during hard times, claiming they've been constantly job hunting to no avail. But frankly, I'm skeptical. I'm exhausted from always having to solve their problems and refuse to continue enabling their behavior.

Imagine if all of this was aired on a reality show—that would be something! How people might react to seeing a person consistently let down by their family then finally taking a stand. Would the audience sympathize with me for setting boundaries, or would they criticize me for not being more supportive in what appears as a family crisis by traditional standards?

Genuinely what do people mean when they say “if you have letters to write then you have reasons to stay” like girl fym? I’m writing to apologize and finally show my struggles that they managed to miss. Don’t tell me “Oh, then why don’t you tell them?” Because their reasonings are quite literally unhelpful and is in fact making my state worse. I don’t need them to share their own stories. I don’t need them to give me advice, use their experience as an example, I don’t need them to be all up on my side constantly after opening up. No, I won’t tell them this. They aren’t going to do any of that. So anw, ppl who say those genuinely confuse me bcs wdym I’m about to let go, leave them letters for why I’m LEAVING and NOT STAYING. Make it make sense ‘cause right now, it doesn’t to me.

I have this neighbor, who constantly assumes it's okay to dump her child on me at the most inconvenient times without any prior notice. She appears to struggle with her role as a mother, particularly as she's on the older side and still has a 4-year-old at home that she seems unable to manage. Her son is quite spoiled and doesn’t understand the concept of boundaries.

Every time she spots me outside, she doesn’t even bother to ask; she just sends him over to my place and assumes I’ll take over. It’s reached a point where they both would just walk right into my house if I didn’t respond quickly enough and the door was left unlocked from the inside. I’ve expressed my discomfort with her behavior, but occasionally, she still leaves things on my kitchen counter without permission.

Just last week, she pretended to have a severe migraine which she claimed turned into a concussion. She called an ambulance, but even after the medics assured her she was fine and hospitalization wasn’t necessary, she insisted. Then, she casually informed me that I would need to look after her son for the evening and the following morning, including dropping him off at kindergarten, before leaving her child crying behind her.

Then, just yesterday, merely two days after another draining episode, she had the nerve to ask if I could feed her son dinner because she "couldn’t be bothered" as I was on my way out. I refused, and she responded with a harsh stare before retreating into her house, muttering about how she’s always there for others, yet no one seems willing to reciprocate.

Am I being unreasonable for refusing to cater to her whims concerning her child, or should I be more understanding?

Imagine if this situation were part of a reality show. The cameras rolling as my neighbor blatantly oversteps boundaries could either paint me as a villain for not helping a struggling mother or as a victim of her irresponsible behavior. The audience might be split. Some could sympathize with my desire for personal boundaries, while others might argue that community support is crucial and I should be more accommodating.

However, is there not a limit to how much one should be expected to intervene in someone else’s parental responsibilities, especially when taken for granted so explicitly?

I’m turning 40 this year! Hubby said he would love to do something nice for me but doesn’t know how and asked for my help. I like to think he wants me to choose a venue and he can take it from there, maybe? Or how much help does he need? How much of this will I be planning? I would like it to be from him; idc if it’s a surprise party or not. We have a good relationship but I wonder how much he really knows me. I told him to ask my girlfriends for help. But we do have this relationship rule where we don’t text or talk to people of the opposite sex alone without the other CCd or around in person. Fair enough. So how can I encourage him to do this on his own? For the big 4-0, I don’t want to have to be involved unless asked “which flavor cake would you like?” Lol

For his 40th, I asked my party planning friends for help. I’m not super creative but they helped me narrow down some ideas and we pulled off a nice get-together with some friends and family. No biggie. We aren’t ones for huge Hollywood-style shindigs. I’m not asking for anything big. It just really bothered me he is asking ME for help to plan MY birthday. How can I respond to him without sounding like a spoiled brat?

Growing up, my sister Emily and I lived in a quaint little town which never quite felt like home to me. Eventually, the stifling atmosphere became too much, and I made my move to Chicago, where I found a vibrant, 24-hour city that accommodated both my lifestyle and my needs as a person with a disability.

A while back, in the midst of my apartment lease, I decided to purchase a home, settling on an 800-square-foot bungalow in a delightful neighborhood. It was move-in ready and cost me $220,000. By comparison, Emily bought a larger, 2,400-square-foot home that was 20 years old in our old town for just $170,000 last year. In our hometown, a place like mine might fetch about $80,000 tops. There's really no comparison in market dynamics between here and there.

Emily visited just yesterday to check out my new digs for the first time. She's always been a bit wary of Chicago's reputation and seemed underwhelmed by my bungalow, despite her prior admiration of the photos. She referred to it as just a "good starter home," though I intend it to be my forever home. Upon hearing what I paid for it, she quipped that she spent $50,000 less for a newer, larger home. I shrugged it off, expressing that for me, the value lies in the lifestyle and opportunities my new location affords, which seemed to strike a nerve with her. She accused me of looking down on our hometown and suggesting I was acting superior. I tried to smooth things over by suggesting we grab some food nearby, but she opted to leave instead, requesting gas money for what she felt was a wasted trip. I refused, standing my ground that she chose to leave early, which only heated the argument more until she stormed out, calling me a jerk changed by the big city life.

Honestly, it baffles me — this whole situation leaves me questioning who's really at fault in this sibling squabble, considering neither of us likes dragging relatives into our disputes. Yet, Emily has been airing the situation to her friends, painting me as the antagonist.

Imagine this scenario playing out in the full glare of a reality TV show. The tension and drama would certainly draw viewers in, projecting our private family matter onto a national stage. How would the audience react to such a raw and real-life familial conflict where the subtleties of personal values and life choices are laid bare? Would they sympathize with my pursuit of a fulfilling city life, or see me as dismissive of my roots? The scrutiny and perhaps the judgment of the public could add an overwhelming pressure to both our actions and decisions.

So i used to have a huge argument with my boyfriend that really caused me to have crazy panic episode. And i ended up venting it to my friends and sending the screenshoot of what he said to me. And after the things have cool down i confess to him that i told the story to my friends and send the screenshoot to thek. And he think im crossing his boundaries by doing so and i just realise that. Now i’m filled with guilt and shame for doing that even tho he just said he’s okay with that now but i feel like i ruined the relationship like i cant stop overthinking if he’s going to dump me know because im doing such a fatal thing.

I’m on vacation in Europe with my husband. We’ve been together for 14 years, and this is our first trip without the kids. We hoped this two-week getaway would rekindle our relationship, but we’re now on day 9, and things haven’t gone as planned. We’ve only had sex once, and that was while drunk, feeling like we forced it. Our sex life has struggled since having children, and it got worse after my husband admitted he loves me but isn’t sexually attracted to me anymore, which hurt since I’ve gained over 100lbs in the past three years.

We’re staying at a stunning 5-star resort with a private pool and terrace, but my husband has been critical of everything – the hotel, staff, food, and other guests. Five days ago, a young British couple moved into the room next to us. They’re very attractive, and we can see their terrace from ours. Since their arrival, we’ve heard them having sex twice a day and seen them being very affectionate on their terrace, with the woman often sunbathing topless. It’s hard for me to get used to.

My husband quickly befriended them, and it feels like he’s lusting after the woman next door, though she seems oblivious. I’ve spoken to them, and they seem nice. Two nights ago, I was woken by their loud sex noises and asked the concierge to have them quiet down. The next evening, the man next door angrily confronted my husband, who didn’t know I had reported it, leading to a big argument between us.

My husband called me ridiculous and a prude, saying if I were more carefree, we wouldn’t have issues. When I mentioned his interest in the woman next door, he said, "Why wouldn’t I? She’s young, thin, and hot," clearly a dig at me. He angrily walked around the room and went to sleep in silence.

This morning, I woke up to a text from him saying he went on a hike alone, something we had decided not to do. Since he returned, we’ve hardly spoken and decided to order room service instead of going out for dinner.

Am I wrong for complaining about the couple next door? Or is he wrong for leaving me alone in the hotel all day on vacation? How would you react if this was a reality show?

My stepdaughter, who's in high school, has a lifelong friend whose birthday celebrations in December have become a tradition for us. Together with my wife, we have two children, and we always make it a point to attend this annual party. This particular year, as my own family planned a significant holiday abroad over Christmas, we coordinated with her friend's mom to ensure the celebration wouldn't be missed, scheduling our departure two days post the event.

However, just this Monday, my stepdaughter returned home with news that the birthday was rescheduled to accommodate other relatives flying in, unfortunately well past our planned departure. Here's where the dilemma intensifies — first, altering our travel plans would be costly, doubling our expenses. Second, it clashes with my work-approved leave, which means cutting our two-week trip to just a week. Third, this trip is my rare chance to reunite with siblings I only see once a year during the holidays. Lastly, we had already aligned our vacation months in advance around the original party date.

Initially, I proposed asking her friend's parents to revert to the initial date, considering our arrangements. My wife didn't agree with that. My second idea was to modify only my stepdaughter's flight since she could travel independently; my wife also disagreed due to her close ties with the other mom and her personal desire to attend. Her solution was simple yet impractical for me — delay our entire family's travel. This suggestion only led to an escalating series of arguments throughout the week.

Last night, the standoff reached a peak when my wife insisted we prioritize the party, opposite to my plan of sticking to our original travel schedule with or without her. The argument spiraled to a point where my stepdaughter labeled me unreasonable, and in my frustration, I suggested grounding her, though my wife opposed, stating our daughter's reaction was warranted. Now, everything's just a huge, tangled mess.

Imagine how people would react if our family drama was part of a reality TV show. Viewers would probably be on the edge of their seats, either criticizing my rigid stance or empathizing with the tough spot we're all in. The drama, the heated exchanges, and the stark decisions could really stir up the audience engagement, making it an episode not to miss.

My partner and I have recently embarked on the adventure of finding our first home together. We meticulously crafted lists highlighting our essential needs, our wants, and absolute deal-breakers for our ideal dwelling. Our needs and wants largely overlapped—requiring multiple bedrooms for future children, a secured yard for our furry friend, and a home ready to move in without the need for significant repairs. There was, however, one critical deal-breaker for me: no homeowners' association (HOA).

Growing up, my parents owned a house under an HOA, and the frustrations and limitations they faced left a lasting impression on me. I've made it very clear that regardless of how perfect a house might appear, if it's governed by an HOA, I'm not interested.

Our house-hunting journey has been anything but smooth. We've found ourselves being outbid and priced out of preferred neighborhoods, and many of the homes within our budget have fallen short of our expectations. We've seen countless properties, faced several rejections, and even experience tense moments in our relationship because of the stress.

Recently, our realtor excitedly informed us about a new listing she believed matched our vision perfectly. My wife was immediately enamored with the photos and was eager to view it. However, upon checking the details, I noticed it was part of an HOA. I voiced my reluctance to even visit the property, given my strong stance on the matter.

Ignoring my reservations, my wife arranged a viewing with the realtor without my knowledge. She returned brimming with excitement and ready to make an offer, convinced it was "the one." She spent an entire evening trying to persuade me, arguing that it wouldn’t hurt just to make an offer. I was hurt and felt betrayed that she'd disregard my principal deal-breaker and proceed without me, but she persisted, trying to minimize the potential headaches an HOA could bring.

She's never dealt with the peculiarities of an HOA herself, and doesn’t fully grasp the potential headaches and restrictions they can impose. I reminded her that we had agreed any home purchase must be unanimously approved—that if one of us vetoes a property for any reason, we wouldn’t pursue it. Despite this, she continues to push for this house, now visibly upset and insisting we will never find another that ticks so many boxes. She feels I should compromise on the HOA issue and go ahead with the offer. Her frustration seems to be clouding her judgment, and she’s taking it out on me because of it.

Suppose we were participants on a reality show, the dynamic of our disagreement could potentially play differently. Reality TV thrives on drama and conflict, so our situation could be exaggerated to attract viewers. The producers might highlight our dispute in promotional clips or episodes, possibly even portraying one of us as the antagonist to stir public opinion. The edit could focus on emotional reactions, possibly impacting how viewers perceive our decision-making and personal dynamic.

What should I do about the HOA conflict with my partner?

My boyfriend, Luke, comes from a well-off family while I grew up under quite different circumstances, raised by my single mother in a modest trailer. Despite that, I've managed to start my own tech company and have become fairly successful. Luke, on the other hand, works as a software engineer in an entry-level position, earning far less than me. He's a real charmer though—always courteous, showering me with gifts, and insisting on picking up the bill when we dine out. His job isn't as demanding as mine, so he's also taken on most of the household chores and cooking, which doesn't seem to bother him at all.

I must say, my appearance can be a bit showy. My golden hair is usually enhanced with extensions, and my eyelashes are artificially lengthened. I've gotten a few cosmetic touch-ups, regularly use spray tans, and my wardrobe is filled with chic outfits and flashy jewelry. I've been endowed with a naturally ample bust, which might paint a typical "gold digger" picture when contrasted with my background and Luke's affluent upbringing, even though I self-fund all my glamorous modifications.

Recently, I was introduced to Luke's parents, who he described as quite conservative and traditional. He advised me to tone down my usual style and opt for a more modest look for our first meeting. Taking his advice, I chose a knee-length dress and wore only a simple necklace that Luke gifted me previously. Initially, everything seemed fine until his parents probed into my family background. Upon learning about my roots, their attitude shifted. Luke's mom, Tammy, inquired about my necklace, and when I explained that it was from Luke, his dad, Roy, remarked snidely, "Perhaps he bought your breasts too!" and erupted into laughter—a sentiment worryingly shared by Luke. Disheartened, I forced a nervous laugh.

The discussion carried on rather tensely until Luke excused himself briefly. Tammy then pulled me aside, accusing me bluntly of being a 'white trash gold digger' determined to snatch Luke's wealth. I couldn't help but laugh it off, informing her that if I were after money, Luke wouldn’t be my choice given that I am the higher earner. Confused, she demanded an explanation, so I showed her my company's website with my professional profile. Both she and Roy were taken aback. Rather than apologizing, they pulled Luke back into the discussion to chastise him for not being the main breadwinner. I decided it was time to leave.

Leaving their house, I expected Luke to appreciate my intervention, but instead, he accused me of undermining him by revealing my higher income to his parents, whom he had already described as conventional. I reminded him that they started the disrespect, even sharing in it, yet he felt I should have just tolerated their behavior. We ended up deciding to give each other some space to think things over. So, after all that, I'm left wondering: am I the asshole here?

On a side note, imagine if this debacle played out on reality TV. The public might well have been sympathetic, watching someone defend themselves against unfair judgment. Or perhaps the audience would praise me for not conforming to the misplaced gold digger label? Reality TV thrives on confrontation and unexpected revelations, after all.

I'm curious, what do people generally think?

Am I the asshole for buying everyone ice cream?

my family seems to think I am.

my grandma's birthday is in a few days but she's been sick and bummed out, not to mention I'm working a lot and my mom has been bothering me about cleaning my room... so I gave my grandma her presents early. which she loved but I suppose it was my fault because this is where this issue starts...

my grandma didn't feel great and wanted me to take her to the store, I went and while she was shopping I got gas. she gave me $10 towards it which was nice. I would tell her to keep it but for people that understand out there ...doing that is more trouble than it's worth. normally I would sneak it back into her purse or a coat pocket so it's a surprise when she finds money around but she wanted to get ice cream so I decided to use some coupons and order it ahead since she wasn't feeling well. however you want to think of it.... I used the $10 either towards my gas or towards her gigantic sundae, I wasn't going to ask for any more money.

I decided to buy my mom and stepdad a little ice cream too, I know what they like... but when I got home they didn't say thank you. my mother called me fat and uncontrollable, especially noticing that their 2 sundaes were a medium instead of a large like mine and my grandma's. my stepdad said he didn't need it and when the time came later for a snack they openly grabbed chips. they do this often so I'm bothered by it but probably not as much as another person would be or I should be.

meanwhile... everyone had gotten a different ice cream. I could tell which one was which by size and toppings. my grandma had her ice cream in her freezer, before she went to bed (8pm) she said she didn't feel good and wasn't eating it tonight, not a problem. I left and around 9 when I went for my ice cream, eating past the toppings I chose for myself I noticed the ice cream place messed up, that ice cream wasn't my ice cream.. I assumed it was switched with my grandma's or they just gave me ice cream with nuts which I do not eat so I put the ice cream back in the freezer to figure out tomorrow when I got up and my grandma was awake so I could dig through her toppings to see if that was actually 'her ice cream' under there and if it really was a mistake then I would just scoop my ice cream out and switch.

I went to sleep. The next morning I got up and asked if she had eaten the ice cream, how she was feeling, etc..

"oh I was so sick last night. I got up in the middle of the night and had 'a little' ice cream blah blah.. why?"

"a little? oh ok good. I was wondering because I was trying to eat mine and when I got past my toppings on the one side I could see that wasn't my ice cream. I ordered everyone butter pecan with extra nuts.. I guess the girl was confused because I got butter pecan but with all my toppings on top"

"but you don't like nuts"

"yea I know. at first I thought maybe she mixed our ice cream up and I was going to check to see if you got my Oreo but since you had 'a little' how was it?"

"don't get me ice cream anymore"

?

"it tasted funny"

??? *walking to the freezer, prepared to get her ice cream to check but stops*

"it was probably my taste buds since I'm sick. yea, I ate the whole thing"

"... I thought you said you had 'a little'?"

"no I ate the whole thing"

"even though 'it tasted funny'?"

"well that was just my taste buds. I pushed through it"

"well.... I ...okaaay.. so.... what color was the ice cream?"

"it was ice cream"

"yes. what color? black? white? gray?"

"yea it was like black"

"that was my ice cream"

"you gave it to me!"

"yea because I thought it was yours. your toppings were on top. we both had different toppings so..."

"ok well then give me my ice cream"

...?

"the ice cream you still have. you didn't eat it right? the yellow butter pecan.. that was mine so give it to me."

"it has all my toppings on it.. you won't like that.."

"I'll pay you for it"

"no no it's ok"

I didn't take her money. I took off my toppings as best I could and gave her the ice cream. she complained to my mother about something because a while later my mother says something like "I can't believe you took her money, it's ice cream! her birthday is next week that could have been her present"

I didn't say anything and idk what was said by who but.... I got my grandmother at least $50 of stuff. sure she gave me $10 'for gas' but I'm paying for her Netflix and with her $10 Starbucks and the $12 ice cream for her... and that's just TODAY. I get people things all the time. PLUS I buy my mother's birthday cake and my grandma's cake every year....

I ignored what my mother and stepdad said again. I asked my grandma how the ice cream was, if it was better than the previous one. she said "it was ok. I still can't taste right but I know that there was no basically no toppings on it and the few things that were there weren't even what I liked. (name) you have to remember I like nuts. lots and lots of nuts, and caramel. this didn't have that"

"yea ..all the nuts and the caramel were on the first one you ate. this one I took the toppings off because I knew you wouldn't like it"

"yeaaa... that first one tasted funny. just don't get me ice cream anymore"

my mother walked by in that moment, overhearing, and decided to tell me that no one needed or wanted ice cream, and I should be more thoughtful since some people are lactose intolerant. my grandma and stepdad basically agreed saying they didn't ask for any of that.

so I guess I'm just some wicked witch pushing my evil lactose on people, talking about my topping agenda.

Every time my brother and father are left to do things they always do the worst possible things, just today my brother decided to coax my dad into buying a car he can't afford (even with monthly payments) because my brother wanted to co-sign on it, and they keep doing more and more stupid things and it just makes me angry, especially since they're way older then me so I'd expect more from them, though I guess that's stupid to expect.

just wanted to put it out there, we don't realise just how valuable and golden our parents are. as much as they can get annoying at times and god forbid, you wish they weren't there, it's about time we all open our eyes to the fact that they are humans deserving the most love there could ever be in this world.

my parents have gone beyond their abilities to make sure I have what I want, need, and what they wish for me to have. it's so annoying when they sacrifice their desires, their wants and use those means to fulfill what I want or need. the little things that they do, the things that passed my attention like a breeze, I'm starting to notice them more. I'm starting to appreciate them more, cherish all those little things.

I have grown up and somehow got myself to kinda not declare these kinds of deep emotions. I could be crying in my room for how sweet they are, and yet I won't be able to give them a glimpse of my gratitude. and no, this part of me will not change. I have not expressed," I love you" verbally, and that's why I use letters and pourrrr out every emotion, every sorry and thank you, every I love you on things like their birthday cards etc.

my point is. everyday I see them head out to work and stick themselves into the same depressing routine without any complaints, and I think to myself, oh god, please bless my parents. how do they do this every day, hustling their way with optimism as they show me. I want to do something for them too. I feel guilty that I haven't shown them how much I care for them, love them thriught actions or words. I don't help around much in the house ( they also don't allow me to) , I hardly hug them, or tell them I love them and I appreciate them. and honestly that's a family thing-not expressing these stuffs. so can you give me other solutions that don't involve these cliche "oh just start hugging them cuz you'll regret". firstly, I am aware and that's why I want to change smth, but I can't find the words to express what exactly I want.

anyways, treasure your parents and help out here please!

Every week, my close-knit circle of friends, which includes eight of us, gathers for our regular Dungeons & Dragons session at our friend Charles's place. He's the Dungeon Master and has a fantastic gaming set-up that makes our adventures seamless. Notably, Charles recently had his fiancée move in with him. She's pretty cool overall; however, she doesn't share our interests and hasn't quite meshed with our group yet. Nonetheless, in an effort to connect with Charles's hobbies, she's started attending our gaming nights, though she doesn't play—she mostly watches and stays occupied with her phone.

Charles owns a specially designed gaming table with a recessed center which lets us keep our gaming paraphernalia out without having to pack up every time. The table's design requires us to lean in or stand to move our characters on the board. Now, I happen to be on the busty side, and leaning over the table can get uncomfortable after a while. As a workaround, I’ve adapted by resting my chest lightly on the edge of the table when managing my character. This doesn't accentuate anything—it merely alleviates discomfort. This has been my solution for months without any comment or issue from anyone.

However, last week, amidst our gaming session, Charles’s fiancée unexpectedly lashed out. She accused me of deliberately displaying myself and commanded rather rudely that I "put away my boobs since no one cares." This comment left me, and everyone else, bewildered initially until she pointed out what she found offensive. Her reaction stifled the evening's fun, and we all decided to conclude the night prematurely. The disagreement escalated, and now she's so upset with me that she doesn't want me visiting their home anymore. I apologized and tried to explain my reasons, even mentioning that I’ve planned a breast reduction soon, but she still called me derogatory names and insisted Charles cut ties with me. This situation puzzles me since this was something done inadvertently and solely for my comfort—something I even do unconsciously at home.

Thinking about whether or not being in a situational reality show might change things, it's curious how this type of misunderstanding could have been perceived. Would the audience see the innocuous nature of my actions or would they sympathize with Charles's fiancée? In the world of reality TV, small dramas can sometimes get blown out of proportion, potentially painting me in a negative light or maybe, making her appear overly sensitive.

I'll try to keep this short but, there's this girl I met at school through a friend group. We didn't talk much, just an occasional comment to one another. Then when our schedules got changed we found ourselves spending two classes together and it wasn't too bad. She was funny, interesting and unique. She had opinions that most people (including myself sometimes) didn't agree with, but I always admired the way she wasn't afraid to voice them even if others disagreed. She made me feel things. She made me feel wanted, like she actually wanted to be around me, made me feel as if being around me wasn't a chore. She always looked me in my eyes when I spoke, as if she was hanging onto to every word I said and committed it to memory. I mentioned liking apple and fruits one time and she went out of her way to get fresh farm apples. It wasn't anything special but just to know that she was thinking of me had me shocked. Most people I talk to usually forget what I tell them after an hour, but not her, she remembered everything. She once asked me to attend a field trip to a boring museum that neither of us had any interest in attending. When I told her I didn't want to go because it was boring, she said it'll be less boring because we're with each other. Naturally I started to develop what I think are feelings but I'm not sure. Were both lesbians, and she told me she always wanted another gay friend so I didn't want to make her feel weird just because I caught a baby crush. So I try to distance myself but only found myself thinking of her on my way back home every day. When summer came around she asked for my number that way we could talk and video chat. I never had many friends so maybe I'm romanticizing something very platonic. I don't think I'll ever tell her how I feel. I know I love her, but I'm really sure if that love is platonic or romantical. For now though, I wanna confess how important our friendship is to me, how deeply I appreciate her. I don't wanna ruin what we have but sometimes, late at night, I remember the way she talks to me, the way she subtlety touches me, the way she lays her head on my shoulder, and each night, my heart aches. Deep down I know I'm looking too deep especially when she has another friend who she never stops talking about, as if she loves her to her dying breath. Each time she does, I feel so overwhelmed with a jealousy that I know I have no right to feel. Perhaps I'm just young and confused?