I don’t know how to find the words. No one likes when you don’t respond to text messages, no one likes when you don’t respond to emails, and no one likes when you don’t respond to a “Hey.” It started out because they were a bad person, but somehow in the end you feel like the villain. All He wanted was to be my friend. What’s the definition of a friend? How are friends formed? How long do they last? To me, a friend is someone who will love you for you who are and will accept the crazy shit you do. My friends are formed through time and commitment, and my real friends last forever. Because you do me a favor I cannot be your friend. Those are done out of the kindness of your hear, not because you want something in return, but is it wrong that you want my friendship. Is it wrong that I thought lunch was an even exchange? What do friends do? Friends talk on the phone, friends tweet each other, a friend knows what the other is going through, and friends know what’s going on in the others life. You tweeted, you called, you texted, and you emailed. Always keeping me updated on what was going on in your life and making sure I was okay. I, however, was no friend to you. I didn’t tweet you, I didn’t email you; no calls, and not texts. I was not you friend. If I would have given the time, we could have been friends. The FIRST problem is that you are married. In no way would I feel comfortable with you calling me, period.  SECOND, and most important, you love black women, nothing is wrong with that, but you mostly follow ASS models on twitter and not to mention your wife is black. I can help but feel that when you talk to me, there’s some underlying factor. You NEVER made a move on me, true, strictly platonic, but I felt uncomfortable. You said I remind you of you friends in NEW ORLEANS, and that cool, but I am not your friend.  Somehow I’ve been shot by a bullet. All you wanted was a friend.  You called, tweeted, texted, and emailed. I never responded so you asked if you had done something wrong. Yea, bug the hell out of me.  What got me was the numerous times you thought I stopped following you on twitter, until I actually stopped following you.  I called you my stalker, and that’s so wrong, because all you wanted was a friend. Three months later and all you want is an explanation, I can’t blame you, I’d want one to. We all have been ignored by what some may call and ASS HOLE. Difference between you and I is I could care LESS about those who ignored me because they aint shit, but you do. The difference between you and is that you see me all the time and I saw him once. The difference is I gave you an explanation and I got none. I hate ignoring people, but self first, I felt uncomfortable. Every time I see you I feel like running. Every time I see you, I think “Oh shit.” I feel so bad for YOU. The look in your eyes when you said I wont have to worry because I WILL NEVER TALK TO ME AGAIN. You looked so sad, but why are you worried about me, please devote that energy to you wife and children. Are you attracted to me? I don’t think so, but I pray this wont turn into a FATAL ATTRACTION