I suppose I'll speak to her on Monday; see if I can't make myself more clear. It didn't help that we only spoke for a few minutes and then were interrupted by the bell signifying that lunch was over.
I don't hate her. It hurts to see she and Michael together, yeah, and sometimes it hurts even to just see her, but I don't hate her. Sometimes I feel like I should, almost, but I really don't think I could bring myself to feel that way. Whether I like it or not (and sometimes I dont), she's pretty much one of the closest female friends I've got. Sometimes she can be a lot of fun to hang around. But lately I don't like hanging around anyone... and I think she's taking that somewhat too personally - she believes I don't want to be around her. In truth, I'd rather talk to her than to most of the people I know sometimes.