"Tamara, this is a complete waste of time…"
"No, you're a complete waste of my time, Rosati!"
"I know you don't mean that…"
"Yes I do! You think you're too good for me!"
"This isn't even about us. It's about some stupid party. Who cares if we don't go?"
"I care! See, this is about us! You don't even care what's important to me!"
"Going to some lame party thrown by two girls you don't even like is important to you?"
"This is stupid. You're stupid. I'm leaving."
"Fine, go!"
See, the funny thing is, I really did just want her to go. To leave and not ever come back. You probably wouldn't believe me if I told you it wasn't always like this – hell I barely believe it myself – but I swear, there was time that it wasn't always like this. At one point, Tamara was my dream girl. She was beautiful, kind, and down-to-earth. She was out-going and funny too. She was fun to be around and had a good heart. She was perfect for me in every way. But all good things come to an end, right? Something that was so wonderful and fun, turned into that. It's sad that I struggle to remember moments when we weren't a huge disaster every time we were around each other. The constant bickering, our sheer annoyance with each other, the excuses. There was no more friendship between me and Tamara. We lacked everything a healthy relationship needed. No honesty. No respect. No understanding. No communication. And slowly, but surely, we were running out of love too.