Perhaps one of the hardest thing is to let people go. You know that you maybe on the same bed with them but you aren't the one they're thinking about. And wedged in between your bodies is an empty space, as if your bodies are making it clear that they don't want to have anything to do with each other. But the line was drawn clearly from the start, and there are no gray areas. How could I have missed that?
The worst thing is, you can't even do anything about it. You could cry about it, you could rave about it, you could get angry over it but nothing can change the fact that this person you're lying on the very bed with, isn't in love with you. They are in love with someone else, who share a very different bed, a very different room, a very different house. But they might very well be sharing the same feelings for each other.
And in their mind, you will always be this "very good friend" to them. This "friend" whom you would like to keep by your side. This "friend" whom you think "can find and deserves someone better". This "friend" who will be just a friend and nothing more.
I never feel good reading through messages without permission and now I feel really bad for doing so. Nonetheless, I am relieved that I know what was going. I mean, come on, his eyes lit up and his lips broke into a smile upon receiving that message. Who else could it be other than the one you really love?
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