I thought that we talked about this. You don't want me to be your girlfriend. You don't want a girlfriend. You only think you do. You only think you do because it's what you've been taught is right. You know my position on this. I'm not like you. I don't feel compelled to tie a rock to my leg and jump off a cliff. It's nothing personal. You seem like a great guy. But a relationship? Why? We have everything we need, right now. Affection, conversation, sex, and the only kind of devotion that lasts: we're friends. Why would you want to trade that for a hollow sense of security? For some kind of false guarantee? Love is brief. In a couple of months, we'll get bored with each other, and we'll drift apart. No mess, no bullshit. Look, I just don't want us to lie to ourselves, or to each other. The minute I'm your girlfriend, we stop being people to each other and start being obligations. And, I love you too much to let that happen.
Maybe I should go for this one?
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