I was little, okay? And I just...you know, I was make believing I was a grown up and I figured when I grew up I'd marry a girl in the village, 'cause that's what people did. It's not like there are many other girls the same age in the village. You were my friend and you were the prettiest, so I just kind of rolled with that.

It didn't really mean anything.

And and I knew you wouldn't play house with me, because that was when you started not wanting to play as much with me anymore, and I knew would probably laugh your head off if I even asked. It was less I was pretending we were grown ups and more I was pretending you were still my friend and there playing with me.

I was a freaky little weird kid that pretended people liked me when I was alone. It's pathetic, I know.