Crazy

     "We're friends," I answered Gayle when she asked me what was going on.
     "After all the shit that's gone down, you're friends?" she said annoyed.  "You're not friends."
     "What are we then?" I lashed out.
     I started to cry.
     "I don't know what you are.  How can I define it?" she said calmly.  "You start, you stop, you love, he doesn't, you hate, he wants, you give into him.  Morgan it's crazy."