it's all a game
People never cease to surprise me. Especially boys. Yes, boys, because honestly, I think I know few men. Immaturity and malintent show me that most are not yet men, but, of course, you think you are. You feign innocent friendships, only because of what you hope the false friendships may develop into. It's a game to you; if you play it right, you might get rewarded. If you mess up, well it's alright because you've only allowed me into the gray area between friends and acquaintances. Well, let me to clear something up for you, boys. I can see through it now, and the depths I see do nothing but disgust me. My friendship, you may realize one day, is much more valuable than the other possibilities. Unfortunately for you, however, your time is up, and you've revealed your true intent. You no longer deserve my time, and I'm through residing in the gray area between being a friend and an acquaintance. I'm pulling myself out of your game.