So I met this guy. He was really cool and awesome. He became a very good friend of mine. Over time my feelings grew for him. It was great, but it was also confusing. Just because I was with someone already. (But that relationship was a sinking ship waiting to go under... it was just a matter of time.)
So I fell for this guy. Simply because I saw something in him that I thought was genuine and true. Something I once was: a hopeless romantic. A part of myself that I had lost 2 years ago. And he brought that back for me. And I became that hopeless romantic again. I would have tried to do anything for this guy. (But I was still with someone.)
A few months have passed and the ship I was in went under. It was inevitable. We settled our differences and went our own separate ways. We remained good friends...
A few days of grieving I have to come to terms with the fact that I was yet again... single.
Hopeful... I have a brand new chance to start over. I have the courage and strength to finally and openly confess my true feelings for the guy whove become my best friend during the past few months.
Nervous. Sweaty palms. Heart beating. "I like you. And I think I always have ever since we first met."
Silence.
The guy who I thought could have been my new beginning... the guy that I fell for in the last few months suddenly
"It's all so complicated", he says. "I don't feel the same way. I'm sorry."
All of a sudden, all the wishful thinking became empty feelings. I thought what he felt for me in the last few months was real. I guess I was wrong. Wrong about so many things. It took me awhile to realize this was just a phase to him. And I meant nothing more than a passing fling.
I realize now... that not only was I single... but I was also... alone.
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