why Taylor Swift is ruining my life...

I was listening to her sing on the way home...

She wears short skirts, I wear t-shirts
She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers...

Can't you see, you belong with me...

Here's the thing Taylor: maybe he doesn't belong with you. At all.
AND THIS DOES NOT DEMEAN YOUR FRIENDSHIP!!

For the guy you've grown up being best friends with to say that you are not the woman he desires to marry is far from an insult -- and it doesn't even mean that he's been leading you on, or building up false hope of romance...

Ladies, this is what we have done.

We have wagered our value against these friendships, not as what they are, but as what we imagine them to be. I do not receive that my guy-friend loves me simply because of who I am, but I imagine that his care for me will lead to romance, which will fulfill my heart's longings, and thus...I will know that all along he has cared for me just the way I hoped he did.

And if this does not unfold, I am devastated, heartbroken as if we had dated; my value is torn apart, or at least severely dented, and I find I do not trust so easily, and I bury even deeper the truest desires of my heart...but not in Christ do I hide them. No, I hide them in pain and sarcasm and self-sufficiency and ragging on the men who I believe have wronged me.

Meanwhile, he may reject me or push me away or pull himself far back, just to protect what he can see is my wounded heart, not really having any idea how to do so, because he knows that he has loved me for me.

Not all friendships are this way, and we are not always the ones at fault for creating false hope, this isn't what I mean. But...the idea is there that to be valued is to be kissed and romanced, and tonight I submit that this simply is not true.