We aren’t what we’re not.

“Parking is prohibited on Sundays.” Therefore, parking is allowed Monday through Saturday.
You have a girlfriend.... Therefore, I am your friend.
That’s how the idiom “The exception that proves the rule" works.

How many healthy friendships are burdened with four years of “What are we?”? Once again I’ve been asked to define a certain friendship, for which the only answer I have is “We are what we are.”

And how do you reach an understanding with a person who never makes any sense? Example: When I asked why he thought we weren’t friends, the text I got in reply was: “It doesn’t mean I don’t think we aren’t friends.”

At first I’m like “Oh. Okay.” Then I give it thirty seconds and realize that that TRIPLE negative comment makes absolutely no sense whatsoever. I think when you work it out grammatically it still says that we’re not friends. However I have to assume that he wouldn’t text me that low blow, and so he was trying to say that we are friends. But who knows.

...I think you and I are friends. But I am attracted to you. You have a girlfriend, so we end up being defined by what we are not. We’re not a relationship. I’m happy to be friends, but sometimes I can’t tell what is going on with you. So just know that. Know what you want so you don’t fuck with my head.

Don’t. Fuck. With. My. Head.

!

Des.

If you looked "Desiree" up in the dictionary is could come after... Desire.