Again? Really? Hindsight is 20/20 because I really should have just known you wouldn't stop. So much for marriage, and babies, and my name tattooed in "elvish" on your ring finger. HA. P.s your mother says I still get the green chair and we can have secret shopping trips together. Your sister is also my sister, always, deal with it. I'm so mad I could scream. And though he won't say it out loud, I know your dad is on my side too. I tried so hard for so long. Your argument was that I am enough, you never had to doubt how I felt. Well must be nice because that feeling CERTAINLY isn't reciprocal. Remember that scene in Ferris Bueller, when he's on the big float in the parade singing? It will take something that grandiose for me to even consider talking to you again. Maybe. Ugh. —I hate that I love you. I hate it. Bye.