This story is one sided, coming from how I view the situation that was at hand (I would encourage and love a response). There are many things that I would not admit and chose to ignore in this scenario and before previewing I wanted to own up to that. But, this shares a tale about how friends began to trail into a romantic relationship and how it just didn’t work. How things were portrayed and vividly acknowledged and denied. But realities were reached, and with that affirmed things we just wouldn’t admit, but time proved the greatest indicator:
Friends first: but there is always something in reverse… meaning a mutual understanding of… attraction. Off the wall comments lead to conversations we should have had… LOOONG AGO. Turns out I was right…. You swing for me and I throw a fight. I’m scared. And I’m smart enough to know I am playing the wrong game and that you are just filling a void as real as you claim your intentions be… You s a a a y- you are done with her, I say, “yeah right, you can’t erase a history with a moments plight.” Then you find the actions to back the words to muster me some trust. I’ve never had any reason to believe you would bluff. But me… I’m still reluctant cause these things they mooove too fast. I wonder if we’re playing each other like fast cash. Buuuut, you seem just fine to jump the gate and cross the friend line… becoming an immigrant in my state unknown to me… culturally. And what I think I knew... paints shades of a different you. Intimacy can reveal a lot more than what you think you’re ready for. Friends first: always leads to the best relationships or was it to a sea wreck? Well, the games begin and honest as I am I can’t muster the courage to… jump in, because weeee were good as friends. And shee… is still waiting to make amends. My respect for what I know of her is true, and it easy to remember being in her shoes. You, think of her and say so and, telling me I got green we are, good to go. It’s, always been me? But, this can only start so soon, and I do NOT have room for reservations or baggage. The wounds of a broken heart come fresh, making me feel like a savage… as she waits. So, I tell you honest and let you know that, weee are not a show. That drama doesn’t come with health or games and, I’m sorry that I’m not ashamed to say… this… won’t… happen. Your love for her is evident, and of that you shouldn’t repent even if you are confused and, of this I refuse, to fill the void of hurt and lose a friend. You tell meee I got it wrong. That I was the one singing the song; pin point and blame me for allowing this play to remain… and, all I have is to give you up in love and tell you baby, friends first: because, you in my life is for the better and not the worst… and, I’d rather have that… then a bridge burnt. Turns out I was right. Your heart belongs her. And friends…. we are no more.
