Today, I woke up with a different perspective.
Same heart, same thoughts but clearer view, clearer mind. If that makes sense.
It has been 40 hours since our last call ended.
Maybe this is what 40 hours without hearing your voice can do.
It got me questioning myself –
do I really like you or did I just like the idea of you?
My words are echoing in my mind.
The words I’ve written here and on my tumblr keep on appearing in my mind.
How amazing you are.
How I can't seem to get mad at you even if I have this aching feeling in my chest.
How I want you to be happy even if it's not with me.
How I was more mad at that person for manipulating your feelings like that.
Do I really like you?
Or was I just liking the idea of you?
To be honest, up to this second, I still don’t know how to answer that.
I asked 2 of my friends who I've talked bout this.
One of them said yes and the other said maybe.
Yes – cause she remembers the moment he told me he likes me. How I reacted and how I was so giddy that the person I have a crush on likes me.
Maybe – cause if I didn't like him, I wouldn’t invest that much time on him.
I’m torn.
I feel like I like him but I also like the idea of him.
But more on the I like the idea of him more than I like him.
Wow that’s a shitty thing to say, isn’t it?
Maybe I just like how he helped me escape?
Maybe the ache I was feeling was the pain I was concealing and not at all related to him?
Maybe I just like how he numbed all the pain?
I don’t know. I don’t know.
Maybe this is just my way of coping with this and letting it all fade away.
But, to be honest, we could’ve been amazing but there are just complications.
It wouldn’t work between us. 2 important reasons at the top of my head right now are:
1, that person will always be present in his life, and I will never be okay with that.
And 2, he will always be my ex's friend & I will always be his friend's ex girlfriend.
Thinking of it now, it was shitty of me to even start responding to him or entertaining him at all.
He is my ex's friend... childhood friends... more like brothers.
What was I even thinking? Even if the other important reason wasn’t there, did I really get myself in the middle of that?
I know. I got selfish. We all do stuff do conceal our pain, to make it go away, to not feel it.
We aren’t made for each other.
We aren’t meant to be.
He was just a phase.
Fate just made our paths crossed to restore our faith and to make me feel that joy.
He just came to save me from my misery.
I wanna say that this is my last post about him here but I know it's not.
But I hope it is.
And if it is, I will never forget how much you made me feel.
I will always have that joy and warm feeling in my heart thinking about you, your hazel eyes (that turns kinda green sometimes) and your smile.
I will never forget how I woke up with you staring at me, waiting for me to wake up, smiling and saying "good morning booboo".
I will forever appreciate everything you've done for me and you've made me feel.
I will never forget that someone with a heart like yours liked someone with a heart like mine.
10 years from now, I'll still be thankful for you, booboo.