At Last, Etta James

Well, it looks like the woman I chose did not choose back. She spent the weekend with me and acted like I was her brother or something. I don't really understand it. She calls me all these terms of endearment yet won't give me any signs of affection and brushed me away when I made the slightest move toward her.
The last time we went out, she put on a slow song and we danced. She said it was our song and that we when we got married we would dance to it on our honeymoon.
Fuck women. I wish I didn't love y'all so much.