great
Figures.
When we get along good, and hang out more, then it's fine. Until it goes too far and I start to get comfortable, and shit goes back to old times, and I spend the next day weak and fucked up and crying or almost crying at every question of "what's wrong." And my reply is, "nothing," when what I'm really thinking is, "nothing, except for me being my stupid idiotic self again."
Besides, you have a boyfriend now. Ask yourself if you can really just be my friend.