After it all, after all the private tennis lessons, the chipotle runs, and typical best friend moments he asked me. He asked me the one thing I was unprepared to answer; how I felt about him. I told him the truth which was this: I loved him to the point where it was actually painful but the timing was off. We could never date when Maine was only 3 months away and my new life as a college student was equidistance. The question was straight forward and all I had to say was yes or no. Would I or would I not date him. I answered no. I answered wrong.
After a lengthy discussion he hugged me and promised he would never leave me. He told me then though that I had to leave him alone for awhile if I wanted to let him fall out of love with me. He is my best friend and when he told me that I crumpled. It's about time I cried over him, I thought.
With Marmaduke leaving, BFF asking for space, and my old family friend snubbing me with a sub par, impersonal, graduation gift after we spent hours searching for his perfect gift, I feel as though the overcast weather is strikingly suitable. I feel a little hazy myself. And my own form of raindrops are falling almost uncontrollably from my eyes. Such is life.
If I could do it all over again I would have preferred to never know Marmaduke, that way I could fall in love properly with BFF.
Word of advice for the day: Sometimes it's important to seclude yourself from the rest of the world. It's a good way to avoid conflict.
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