The Hobbit

It's been over a year.
A year of your nonsense and neuroses.
A year of our affection and little or no sex.
A year of you calling me to you like a whore but treating me like a princess.
A year of you opening your home to me and making me feel welcome.
You mentioned a woman.
You cried to me.
So many times you said you loved me.
Our last night you said you loved me from the bottom of your heart.
You said you had a girlfriend and that you felt guilty having me here.
It was as if you stabbed me in my heart.
Our friendship was not about sex.
It was about intimacy.
You made me feel like a whore when you said that.
You made me unloved.
You made me feel unwelcomed.
My heart has been hurting all day.
But I know you don't deserve me.