The Truth/Peach

i. I don't love you too. I'm sorry I told you I did. Maybe the most attractive thing about you is only your similiar love for girls.

ii. Your face is pretty but your voice is too little. I wish you wouldn't giggle so much. We may be almost the exact same age, but I feel much too older than you. Your legs are prickly and your lips feel alien. Too different.

iii. I don't actually like the smell of patchouli, not on humans. I like girls to smell like girls.

iv. I'm not physically attracted to you, but that's not the only reason. I was tired of your boredom and your ego. You did ignore me too many times. You had two chances to make my birthday special, but both times you did nothing. In four weeks, you wrote me two letters. We're too distant. I'm pretty sure sex means more than that. I'm sorry I didn't tell you this when you asked me, but I couldn't figure out the right words to say. And I still love you.

v. It wasn't from a tree branch. There's more. I promise that I won't do it again, even though it does help.

vi. I still think you're beautiful. I miss your warm lips and how we melted together. You asked if my body was telling me to make out with you, and as much as I tried to ignore it, it was (is?)

vii. You're more of a peach than she is. This confuses me but makes perfect sense.

viii. I still want to run away.