You confuse me.

You don't voice out your opinions and use someone else's opinion as a tool to express your own.

Such a pity. I like you. You're an awesome human being. I could talk to you about anything.

But I don't feel safe. You know why? Because I don't know if you're acting dense on purpose and not realize the sore spots you are not supposed to poke on.

It is truly a pity. You chat with me every day, unfrightened of whether I would reject you or not and that made me feel like you feel the connection I also felt. But at the same time, I hate it. I hate that we have two different goals we look on to and I don't like that they are the opposite of each other. I don't want to be influenced by you.

Like me, you are also stubborn. Stubborn just for the sake of guarding your feelings. Why? Why do you feel like your feelings would be unheard if you lose an argument? Why don't you tell me about it? Why don't you say how angry you are sometimes? Why?

I like you. I like that even though you're broken, you still try to find joy in life. But at the same time, sometimes, I feel like you're using your brokenness as a tool to get me to sympathize with you. It makes me feel guilty to tell you about how I believe and you don't feel the same way. Why? Because you say you're broken.

I want to argue that some people I know are also broken to the same extent yet they are able to express themselves. They listen to my opinion and were surprised at how, indeed, one could see a different side to everything. But you say to me, people are different. You are different from them.

How different are you?

I see that people are different but one thing that was always there? Their opinions. No matter how timid they are, they still hold opinions. I don't see that in you. Not even after years. What I see is that you oppose my views because you have a fear that I would discard your experiences with my opinions. Far from it.

At first, I thought we were similar. I held no opinions and was scared to figure them out. I was an empty slate like you are. But I didn't want to be the same for so long. I want to be myself. Why is that hard for you to do?

For so long, I wanted to help you. But you don't want to help yourself. I know that it's hard and different, it would always be like that. Change is always painful. You just have to be determined enough to go past that.

I like you. I truly do, but maybe it's time that we go our separate ways.