'Tal': Number Eleven

I don't get it. The moment I give up on you is the moment you start to care. And yet, there is the lingering thought in the back of my mind that it will happen again, that I will once again be wondering why you don't like me, that I will once again be longing for a friend.

Tal, I don't know what to do anymore. You're just like your sister, slightly bipolar--though not officially diagnosed--and leaving me going back and forth, wondering if I really do like you.