Odamari!

I had it coming, really. Me, who should never open his mouth. Me, who suffered the most out of the playful teasing. Me, who got hit where it really hurts.

Yes, I was a little bit frustrated that it didn’t go the way it planned. And I denied it too much too. But you didn’t have to hammer it in. Maybe you took amusement in my seemingly predictable act of denial? Maybe. But you should really know, it hit me where it hurts.

But then you wouldn’t stop. You really like teasing me, because what the hell, I really like teasing you to. But you know my sourgrape limit right? You knew it. Yet you went on and on. Until it got me thinking, that all of what you said was true.

I’m jealous. I’m afraid. I’m bitter. She doesn’t love me, yet you still hammer that fact down my heart. Why? I don’t know. Sweet revenge? Maybe. You had your laugh at it. I had mine. Then, when it got foul, I wasn’t laughing anymore.

You really know how to annoy me, do you? Because, more often than not, this semester, whenever we have this types of conversations, I always end up getting annoyed. It’s in the way you talk, the way you act, and the way you try to press a long dead issue.

Then I know the script after this. We’ll talk again. Because we’re such good friends. Then you will point out to me that everything is my fault. “Now you know how I feel when you tease me”. I bet you will say that. I can predict it a mile away.

But if we’re such good friends, at least on my perspective, why do you insist on pressing my buttons?

And the saddest part about all of this, is that you will never say you were sorry.

You never did.

Because everything was my fault.

Everything.

Even when you hit me where it hurts.