a dead lump

Sure I like him for his personality, but that\’s what drives me nuts. I never was attracted to him physically. Yet what makes me overcome the superficial appearances is the fact that I could talk to him. It\’s a rare asset that a person has to do this. Typically, one who is already attached does not spend hours talking to someone of the opposite gender. I am just not used to it.

And as a result, I don\’t want to let this go. I want a friendship. For the longest time, I have been yearning a friendship that is without strings, but with depth. But as a result, I accidentally got my emotions involved. And even when I tell him that it\’s ok and tell him that I feel fine about it, later I get this awful lump inside me. A lump of disappointment and broken hope.

Why did he have to say, \”If I didn\’t have a gf, then I would be interested.\” That\’s worse than being cold. Why are you so nice? That is giving me false hopes…a feeling that I was good enough, but I just came at a bad time.

And he went on to say, \”You\’re pretty.\” I immediately joked about it, not that willing to accept simple compliments. \”And I am hot in the wisdom toof picture!\” I responded.

So all these mixed feelings all result from a single week? Life changes in one second. Emotions change in one minute. But friendships like this can really happen in one week.

I like talking to him, let\’s not forget that. But I don\’t know. I lose my ground, and I am not the one is that misled. I mislead only myself.