"I'm not talking about the teasing." That was not the frustrating part. That was normal, expected. She enjoyed the teasing, most of the time. Sometimes she just wasn't in the mood (the letters had admittedly been one of those times) but he stood there so clearly oblivious to the fact that she still had no idea what happened last year.

"That's so hypocritical it's not even funny. I have to tell you my feelings but you still won't tell me what happened last summer?" His excuse of not remembering was such bull. He was the one whose feelings got so bent out of shape they spent most of the year not talking and he still wouldn't just give her a reason.

"It's also hard to share feelings when you assume you know them before I even get a chance to determine them. You were so convinced I wouldn't like that bracelet, for absolutely no legitimate reason, that even after I said I appreciated it, was thankful for it and that I liked it, you continued to doubt it.

I tired so hard to get by everything, this summer was good, great even, up until yesterday. And then we spiral down again and I'm tired of it, I'm emotionally exhausted." Even now she was physically tired, after a horrible night's sleep and what she realized now was a little heart ache, she just couldn't anymore. If calling it quits was what was going to keep her from feeling like this every other month, then so be it.