It's been a classic case of I'm in love with my best friend. Again, it's a classic case of it won't ever matter because I'm just that best friend that will never leave him alone, and we will always love each other but never in the way I picture in my head. In my head, it won't matter who else is around, but so long as we are together, we would both be happy. It's all a useless fantasy, though. He likes her, and her is not the same as me. They've been out together, and she doesn't like him. But all girls want to be wanted, so she'll change her mind. They'll be happy together for a long time because that's just the kind of people they are. On the off chance that she doesn't keep him around, I'll help him pick up the pieces and rebuild, enough for him to find some other desire. I'll be there, but just never as close as I would want to be.
Again, it's a useless thought that I've wasted far too much time on, but at least someone out there knows:
I love him to the ends of the Earth, and he loves me, too, just not enough to jump of the edge into a new universe, unknown to both of us.
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