I finally told one of my best friends (let’s call him “D”) in the whole wide world my feelings for him. I was honest…and I wasn’t expecting anything in return, though there’s that eternal hope constantly in my heart, no matter how impossible things seem.
Then he says those magic words: “I think you and I have a chance.”
Then he says those damning words: "But I also like “A.” (who also happens to be one of my best friends)
Well, okay, fine by me. “A” has a boyfriend. But, being who I am, I tell “A” what “D” said about her, which of course confuses her.
All right, fast-forward through a few days of “D” ignoring me and “A” monopolizing any chance at a conversation with him that I might’ve had. I barely get a chance to even see him. I watch her giggle and smile and fall all over him, and her IQ subsequently drops 20 points.
I get told by a few friends that I’d better ask “D” what is going on…so while I was over at his house today, I asked him to tell me the brutal truth. The conversation went something like this.
Me: If you don’t mind, could you please tell me if I even still have a chance with you, or if I should just get on with my life?
D: If I were you, I’d get on with my life.
Okay, again, fine by me. I asked for the brutal truth, I got it. However, I’ve learned my lesson with the both of them. We’ll all still be friends, but I’m not trusting them. And yes, my heart is broken, and yes, I’m mad at them, but you know…I don’t wish anything bad on them. I could hope that their upcoming relationship would rip both of them apart, but why bother? If they’re happy, they’re happy. If they’re not, well, by the time their relationship plays out, I’ll be gone to college.
I’m really glad I only have 2 days of school left (seniors get out early) so that I won’t have to look at either of them. I don’t think I can do it, and I don’t think they deserve it.
I don’t want revenge. I don’t want to hate them. All I want is to be indifferent to the whole situation, but that’s going to take some precious time. I guess what I really need right now is sympathy. I thought I was worth something, and I guess I still am to myself, but it really hurts to feel like what I am doesn’t matter to anyone.
I’m sorry for having this massive pity party. It’s just one of those things you can’t help.
Life goes on, and all things pass, and I hope this passes soon.