I'm angry you tried, in the most clumsy fashion imaginable, to insert me into your Hollywood copyrighted idea of what true love constitutes. I made it clear I was a friend alone, and cannot be anything else. You forced me to re-open old wounds from childhood in order to appease your immature disbelief that we had 'nothing'.
Dude... I will always be your friend. That. Is. It. So take or leave, dear, because I know you will find this eventually. I hope you will see from this that my being friendly and supportive (still) in person, doesn't actually mean I'm not still very, very pissed off.
Call it a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde situation. 
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On hiatus thanks to someone in real life breaching my privacy here, without my permission! May be back one day. +tips hat+