You know who I am. You don't know me well. We have met a few times and exchanged nothing more than casual conversation, but I know all about you. I have heard every detail about you. Whether it is good or bad, I feel like I have known you for as long, if not longer than she has known you. But right about now I wish I didn't have to know much about you, because then I wouldn't have to write this.

You're dreamy. You're nice. You seem to treat her well. You say everything that takes her breath away and when she's mad you know just what to say to bring her back. You understand her humor. To everyone around us, you two are just keeping it cool and having fun.

I know you don't text her back. I know that you put a million other things in your life before even giving her a second thought. I know that you tell her to wait up for you then change your mind when she has already sat around for hours. I have seen the screenshots, I have heard the stories. I have seen her face when you text her and say you don't have time tonight. I have been there. You have not.

It's not OK. It never has been and it never will be. But for the sake of her, I choose not to say anything. For the sake of not getting involved with drama, I still smile and wave. On the inside, I am fuming. The games you are playing aren't fun. For me, for her or for our other friends. It's a game where you're the only person benefiting and you're the only one getting to win. That's probably why you love to play though.

Let me tell you something. The world doesn't revolve around you. Time isn't run on your watch. She shouldn't be available when it's convenient for you, but she is because she cares. And she likes you. You think it doesn't matter because she says it's fine. That's the biggest lie she has ever told.

I don't know what it is going to take for you to realize that she is the sun. She is the light when there is darkness. At some point, you are going to need that light and she just might not be there to give it to you. She is the reason that so many people smile, and I don't know why you aren't seeing that too.

I don't hate you. I should, but I don't. That's only because she doesn't hate you. I hate what you are doing to her. I hate that you provide no explanation for your actions. I hate that you are so back and forth and refuse to give her a straight answer or make up your mind. Boy, she has not given up on you yet, so I won't either. Just know that if you ever try to win her back, you're going to have to win me back too.