When I met him I inmediatly fell
in love with his lips: thick and fleshy. Not rosy, but red and soft. His lips
never chapped, I found that odd and lovely at the same time. Paired with those
lips was a fantastic smile: the kind of smile that made everything seem better.
He was tall, had brown hair, brown eyes and huge hands. He was complete with
his smell: he didn’t smell of anything artificial, rather, he smelled like
himself. A natural smell that I loved and felt intoxicated by. The problem was
that he didn’t feel the same for me. We went to the same school, in fact that
is where we met.
We were friends, yes, best
friends in fact. For some reason we never really took the next step. We
thought, maybe, that we had all the time in the world. He knows everything
about me, absolutely everything, and yet, I don’t know everything about him…
Why am I writing this? So you won’t make the same mistake, dear reader. You
thought that being the third wheel is bad: try being the one that he almost
loved. That is even worse. Now it’s called being “FRIENDZONED”, trust me, this
term seems too lighthearted and is often used as a joke.
I’ve known him for ten years.
Now, that I’m an adult I can look at things in a different light: he hasn’t
lifted a finger or a toe for me. He knows I find him attractive, but I’m not a
child anymore, he can’t use that to manipulate me. Dear reader: love yourself
enough to know that the only one who is in pain is you.
There is nothing romantic about
being the one in the “’FRIENDZONE”, for those who manage to get out of that
horrible place: congratulations. But for those who spend years and years in the
same place: get out by your own means. They don’t love you enough and never
will. There is nothing romantic about
suffering, and it is this writer’s belief that it should be avoided at all
costs (unless it’s a tattoo, then by all means, continue). Please consider
this: if it hurts your heart, why do you do it?
If you are wondering what
happened to the man that almost loved me: he married and has three children, but
not with me. I, however, continue with my life and now I realize that it is up
to me to fix myself. It’s not easy, but hey, someone has to do it.