"Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder." This has always stuck with me because it made me realise every single person thinks and sees the world differently. When you combine that with how I am autistic, this explained a lot, and caused me quite a bit of both relief and terror. Relief in the way that I know everyone is different to everyone, not just me. And terror in the way that I can't know if I have ever been the same as another person or even similar.

You shouldn't have to ask why I'm doing this.

You can't treat this like a breakup, then remind me we were never together anyways.

You don't get to blame it all on me.

You shouldn't have to ask how to say "I love you" to a friend.

Maybe it's because I can't keep being friend-zoned so aggressively.

Maybe you're reminding yourself of the poor decisions you've made.

Maybe it's your fault for not even trying. For lying about your feelings. For playing with mine.

Maybe you should be able to just say it. If you're really just friends, the other person will know what you mean.