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        The more I think that I understand about girls, the less I really do.
 I think the process of agreeing with any opinion you hold is always the
 downfall of that opinion.

        Once you hold something is true, the world will find as many ways to
 screw it up as possible.  The only eternal truth, which I must cease to
 believe.

        The dynamic I have with this certain girl is one of direct hardship.
 Every time we are around each other, we must constantly bicker, and demean
 each other to the point at which we both wonder why we are even there.

        A few stolen kisses, and the brief accounts of our worthwhile
 conversations which usually left much to be desired.

        When you are constantly mocking each other, you never want to let
 your true feelings out.

        Which we've shown on numerous occasions, when she admits to wanting
 to date me, and then I have to fuck it up by responding with how queer she
 sounds after saying I'm "insert this."

        "Man, you must be really lame."

        She of course feels bad after the exchange, which I try to apologise
 for, considering I'd love to date her.

        But then again, when I do the same thing, and attempt to be open and
 honest about my feelings, she hits me right back.

        The break in conversation we had last night.

        Finally after our many errors, and humiliations, we were real for 20
 minutes, until our friends came along which always destroys our ability to
 be sincere.

        I told her to leave, which she did.

        The last thing I said was, "The half of our open, and honest
 relationship is trying to figure out what the other person is thinking."

        And with that she nodded, we hugged one of those hugs we've had many
 times before.  The ones where you take back all of the things you said
 during the night, and wish you could have just said the right things.

        And we then departed, not wanting to be the person who held on too
 long.

        I have had many open and honest relationships, but none of them were
 this much fun, or this painful.

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