The strange jock that made people uncomfortable when he was around in school was not there. I always knew there was more to him. He could never scare me with his heavy metal bands and his fascination with Gothic things. He actually thought growling at me or making strange sounds would keep me away. It only fueled my curiosity. To be near him to find out the real creature he is. Going to his house opened my eyes and made me fall in love with him even more. We both enjoyed the same things and each others company. Making him smile always put a extra beat in my heart.
If he only knew. My cowardice kept me from telling him the truth. I was not ready to be rejected by the person that I held dear to me. So instead I observed him from a far, like a cat in the wild. My Prince charming was just beyond my grasp. Close but so far. I wanted to be the one that made his eyes sparkle with such love and enthusiasm he had for her. They eventually got together. It hurt me. I truly knew the saying "It felt like my heart was ripped out." Then it happened she broke his heart. Mine ached for his and his anguish, torment, and pain made me work hard to make him move on from his broken heart. I did not sleep with him. I was the friend that consoled him. Telling him that she did not deserve the love that was given freely with no malice or discontent. The friend.
We all hate the friend zone and I was in it. Pissed as all hell but still waiting for the Prince to notice the woman that loved him How long do I have to wait for you Prince. Till the end of time. I found him again. My second chance has come. This time I will not hold my tongue. Wish me luck world
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