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Distruction

May 2009
June 2009


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Saturday, May 2, 2009

Sad

Sadness overwhelmed me. I sat there. Dumbfounded. What?! What just happened? I slid my phone again. I checked my messages. And there it was. That dreaded sms from her.

"I'm sorry, but I have a boyfriend now."

Okay, let's do things chronologically.
It's been about a week now since that day. I liked her. She was caring. She was supportive. Unlike many people in my life. Sadly. And I was thinking of confessing to her, when she came back (She's overseas, studying, by the way). I haven't met her for a year and a half now. Yes, I remember what people said. And what's probably in your minds.

"What? You haven't met her for one and a half years and you say you like her?"

Well, that's what happened. I have been chatting and messaging her for one and a half years. And she dropped this bombshell on me. How was I supposed to react? Well, I reacted like any other guy. Any other guy who kept their feelings in check, that is. I slowly and calmly re-read the message and pressed the reply button. As my fingers texted those words, they grew heavy. Inside of me, two sides of me were fighting.

"What am i doing? I'm saying congratulations, that's what. What can I do?"
"Well, you could go ahead and say you like her. You know you want to."
"But what would that achieve?"
"She might get touched, she might have liked you for a long time, who knows? Women."
"She has a boyfriend now. Let me spell it out : B-O-Y-F-R-I-E-N-D. There's nothing I can do now."

Wham! Thus ended my inner battle. That's right. She already has a boyfriend. What more can I do? I didn't want to put our friendship on the line by doing something stupid. I couldn't risk it. There was too much for me to lose and the odds were against me. With a heavy heart, and an even heavier hand, i texted these words :

"Congratulations. I'm happy for you."

The sadness hung in my heart. Like hooks hanging on to a piece of flesh in the market. But, those feelings failed to manifest. I couldn't let the feelings become...physical, for all to see. All I could do was sit there quietly and act as if nothing happened in front of other people. I...couldn't do anything.

[Author's note : This, is not real. But it is BASED on a true story. And it's based on real people's experiences. Moral of the story (if there is one): act while you still can. Otherwise, it'll be too late. That is all]



Escaped {11:43 AM}

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