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By Jon Date: 2002 Apr 18 Comment on this Work [[2002.04.18.09.47.1972]] |
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It wasn't so long ago that me and her had a chance at love. I loved her. She could feel it. She loved me. I could feel it. But I guess we just got used to being friends and I guess we were both just too afraid to make a move. One day I tried to push our friendship into romance. She confessed that she no longer felt the same. So, I did the smart thing and moved on and found another with whom I feel a great love and affection for...but she wasn't her. Weeks flew by and then months and now a year. Me and the other girl even have a place of our own. A nice two bedroom apartment with a wonderful view of the city...and I'm proud of what we've accomplished, she decorates the apartment with her breath taking art...but sometimes I wonder what she would have done with this place. She would have probably put up those pictures of cats I hate so much. She called me the other night. She was breathing heavily and she told me "I realized you are the one and I never want to be apart from you ever again." I caught my tears as they fell out of my eyes and moved into the next room so she couldn't see I was talking to her. I told her "I've always known you were the one, but now I'm with her and I don't have the heart to break anothers heart. It's just not me." "So you're ready to spend the rest of your life unhappy?" "Who says I'm unhappy?" "I see." "There will be a part of me that longs for you, but I love her too and I feel I just have to do the right thing and stay with her." "But, what if you're doing the wrong thing?" She tells me how much she regrets never telling me she loved me. I try my best to console her...to share in her grief. It's almost like someone has died. And I guess in a way something has died...our chance at that one true love. Hard as it is I still try to be there for her. I let her know that I still love her with every inch of my heart and always will but... Sometimes she cries... And sometimes I cry too. |