She thinks I'm a slut. All she sees is a parade of girls, each out of my life quicker than the last. She thinks it's all about sex for me. She doesn't see what it really is—that none of them could ever compare to her. Those girls can't come close to replacing her. I don't even want a replacement; I want the original. But I messed up when I had my chance with her and now she sees me as just a friend. No, it's worse than that. Now she sees me as her slutty friend. And that hurts.