It had a funny way of sneaking up on me.
To love you now is to lose you forever, but If I contain it, I think my heart will explode.
I don’t like this unexplainable feeling of love. I tried denial; rationalizing the feelings from when we first met as a silly crush, assuming the feelings were there just because you actually seemed to care for my well-being, entertained the thought of just being in love with how you made me feel.
Now that there’s a possibility of us (circumstance wise), I’m only becoming frustrated with my heart because I know there is no possibility for us (reality wise). You know too much about me, and I’m so entrenched in the friend zone, that to share my feelings would be alienating and awkward. It’s gotten to the point where I can barely look at you without a twinge of sadness. I want to be with you every moment I can, and every moment I am I can only regret I can’t be closer.
Is this love? I wrote a Love here a few months ago. Apparently it should have been a Psst… Those feelings have only gotten stronger. I wish I could linger in this feeling of bliss, this love. But it’s false hope.
This is a bitch at my own heart. This is a bitch at you. This is a bitch because I’m so in love it hurts. —Friend Zone
This article appears in Jul 1-7, 2010.
ah, the friend zone…
what could they possibly know that is ‘too much’ for a relationship?!?!?
you still hang out… so (s)he is still interesting in spending the time.
I’d say just go for it. why the hell not?
Doesn’t sound like you are going to be able to let this linger/fester/remain as is for too much longer…..
just don’t surprise them with it and you should have an advantage on the house.
Fuckin’ emos.
Lifer do you know what the difference is between guts and balls?
1)You come home late for your anniversary reeking of Guinness and your wife slams you over the head with a broom. Instead of getting apologetic or defensive you calmly ask her “Finishing up the housecleaning or planning a trip?”
That’s Guts
2)You come home late for your anniversary reeking of Guinness with lipstick on your collar and boxer shorts. Before your wife can say a word you slap her broad arse and say “Your turn now, Tiny”.
That’s Balls
Disclaimer: since I still possess all of my front teeth and don’t piss into a rubber bag tied around my waist, you can pretty much assume I’ve never tried either of these. >; )
The chances are, the other person already knows. The longer you go on like this, the more likely it will get very, very awkward between you two. It isn’t really love if you are worried the feeling isn’t mutual, that’s just a crush. Love is what you do. Be there, care, do something selfless and nice, and don’t expect anything in return.
You could do a lot fucking worse than have a relationship with a friend. Maybe it’s time to have a talk and blow this out of your system once and for all.
don’t let things like this fester, speak out…but not loudly in a place with lotsa peoples
At least said friend isn’t gay!
Or, if you are both gay at least said friend isn’t straight!
Frig that’s the worst: having feelings for someone who isn’t into your gender. *sigh*
there are worse things….PK.
Like being into someone who IS into your gender but won’t even give you the time of day.
Cause that’s basically just saying…
“there is a chance… just not with you”
and that bites.
it bites the big one.
Actually.
You’re right.
I can handle the thought of the boy doing things with other boys, but if he was doing things with other girls…*wince*
Still *sigh*
*sigh* indeed.
zZz, have you gotten responses to your Halifax Match add?
but of course not.
(Robyn doesn’t count… since she’s already got a big stud).
I’m fairly undesirable…
which is quite obvious if you’ve bothered to read my posts.
🙂
Why do you think you are undesirable?
I remember certain someone asking you out for a date at the Arby’s!
Ah, I completely missed going back and re-reading that thread…
weird I know since I’m prevalent in most…
still. I dunno, guess I’m just beating myself up.
no worries.
Don’t count?!
…fair enough, cause I do have me a man who makes me feel like a sweet l’il thing. Which is good cause on my own I feel enormous most days. Standing net to my 6’5″ bear males me (5’4″) feel diminutive, and I like that.
That said I demand you stop slagging yourself zZz, you are not undesirable and as soon as you start acting that way the throngs will take notice. I know it’s hard after a break-up to feel like you’re worth much. But if you feel good about yourself other people will pick up on it and feel it too. then you’ll need a stick to beat them off.
I even have a stick I could lend you.
makes me… males on the brain i guess. 🙂
awwww…. mod took a break to reply. 🙂
and yes, he is one tower of a man…
It’s mostly jokingly slagging… but I suppose without the context and just plain text, it can be read in many different ways.
I’ll keep that in mind…
I dug my way out of the friend zone, and couldn’t be happier. You can do it, champ!
*plays “Crush” by David Archuleta*
well that’s better than Jennifer Paige
Jennifer Paige’s song should be titled “Lust”, not “Crush”.
I was thinking more like “crap”…
but whatever.
Man, this sounds way too familiar.
OMFG… i wish people would stop viewing themselves with shit colored glasses! My envy rages on for “those” that proclaim their undesirability yet are really enjoying themselves in the date department as of late…. We should really find ourselves a set of rocker chick twins. Heh……
aha mr. jonno and well there you are^^
rocker chick twins eh? I wonder where they congregate…
likely some seedy bar listening to average live music…
not sure I want to venture there.
and I still stand firm they aren’t ‘dates’.
were they, there would likely be more awkwardness
and a slight chance for a kiss after it all.
The awkwardness is easy to generate believe me…. the kiss, well you’d have to know a pharmacist to guarantee such endings. And as far as I am concerned they are dates… according to some dumb, cheesy romantic movie i saw sometime in the recent past, anytime two people meet for dinner or activities after 7pm- it’s considered a date. I hope no one reminds me what that is from because my self-loathing would begin all over should I have to endure memories of such a flick.
Hey PG.. yep, i be here. Been a little busy with work and a stupid online game i have become addicted to. Boy do I make myself proud with that statement.
oh jonno… remind me to never go bowling with you after 7 then…
wouldn’t want to be misconstrued.
as for the pharmacist… I didn’t know they sell Rohypnol.
My the times have changed.
Over-the-counter is getting insane.
well you don’t need pride to be a beloved bitcher^^^