How can a man share so much of himself, and a woman turn him down? What's wrong with us? How could I have gone back and forth with this obsession?

For months, I struggled and prayed about what to say and do. Everything was surface level, and you can't seem to move further with me. We call each other friends, but you can't even talk to me about your family matters. Is it too much to hope for reciprocity?

How can a woman text a man about casual conversations for weeks on end, late at night, and act like there's nothing between us? Did you treat the other group conversation between us and "L." as a buffer for your feelings?

Well here's my buffer: when you didn't want to reciprocate, I'd go to bed and imagine you were with me. I'd dream of you kissing me with your arms around my shoulders, and my arms around your waist. I wanted to please you endlessly... but we're not even married.

In fact, I don't even think you want marriage. We're both adults, and you still play your video games and spend time with your brother like you're still teenagers. Did you ever think that a slightly older man would actually find you sexy and want to make a life with you? This isn't casual dating for me, sweetheart. I'm playing the long game. So either grow up and see it, or quit acting like we're "just fine" and "okay" with the status quo. In five years, things could be so much better. So let's take the jump and have an adventure, or you can leave my heart alone.