After I got things back to where they were before, he did it again. He acted like I didn't exist again. While I was walking down the hallway, I saw him glancing at me for a split second and then bailing off. I can't do this anymore. I don't want to. And he's just going to have to deal with it.
"Rick!" I yelled for his attention.
But as usual, he didn't respond unless I do it twice more.
"Rick! Rick." I yelled even louder.
Then he finally faced me and said,
"What?"
"What? What?!! (Rage came over me.) That's it— 'What?!' Well, I'll tell you WHAT! How many times to I need to shout your name for you to face me?"
"Uhm— I'm sorry?"
"(thinking how insensitive he is) Okay, you know what— (hesitated) never mind. (turned around—then went back around again) No, actually… I have something to say."
"Okay— then say it."
"Damn right, I will. If you have a problem with me or anything please do tell me so that I won't feel like a stupid, needy, caring friend who doesn't have a stupid, needy, caring friend who loves her back. Just be honest with me, that's all I'm asking. That is if— we're still friends."
"Of course, we still are."
"Then why won't you talk to me?! Do you hate me "that" much? Did I do something? What? What?!"
"It's not—I can't explain it to you."
"Try me."
He nod his head down.
I got so pissed so I turn around and slowly started walking away.
"I love you."
I stopped.
"It's because I'm in love with you that I can't talk to you anymore."