You’re not even going to answer my email, are you? After all of this, you’re going to just dump me by the curb at a time when I need my friends so badly. Do you have any idea, David, how that makes me feel? I’m the same person I’ve been all along…the same person whose company you seemed to enjoy a great deal before this came about.

Both of us knew going into this that the physical aspect was not going to go on indefinitely. At some point, one of us was going to meet someone we wanted to pursue a relationship with, and the physical part was going to stop. There was never a question about that, on either side. Let me make one thing clear…after learning this I never once expected to be intimate with you again. That wasn’t what I was looking for the night I told you, this past weekend, right now, or at any point in the future. Since we stopped dating, all I’ve ever wanted with you is a comfortable companionship. The rest was just a bonus.

If you remember, it hasn’t been very long ago at all that you appeared on my doorstep, waking me up at 11 o’clock, on a weeknight, without calling first. You were upset about a girl. Despite all of that, I let you in and I let you stay. I really didn’t mind. I told you, that’s what friends were for. I held you and let you talk, told you how sorry I was that whatever it was wasn’t working out. It would not have mattered to me one iota whether we had had sex or not. You were a friend, someone that I cared about, and you were having a rotten time of it. You came to me looking for comfort. That’s all that I’ve needed the past several days…comfort. Not sex. I don’t care if I ever have sex again. I need and needed to receive back just a little of what I had given, but instead I feel like I’ve had the door slammed in my face. I hope you don’t ever know how badly this hurts.