I know you don’t see me as I’m intended to be seen. A young man. You see me as a woman. A girl. Confused by the world around me.
Normally I don’t mind this perception. Being viewed as a young woman has it’s advantages; I’m taken seriously intellectually, and people generally respect me. However, when I want to be seen as a man, your man, all you can do is joke.
How could you be attracted to the type of woman that I am? You’ve never loved a woman, and you never could. Sure, a woman, like me, makes a great friend, but not a partner.
I’m so sorry that you see me like a woman. And I’m even sorrier that you can’t see me as I am. Maybe soon another will appreciate me the way you never could.