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That is the simplest but couldn’t be more perfect story of
love and friendship. And when you find that kind of love where your partner is
your best friend and your lover, then you are just one of the luckiest people
on earth.
Their story could have been like that. Only it was not. But
it can qualify as the perfect story of friendship and unrequited love.
They met seven years ago. It was the first day of the rest of
their corporate lives. There were no sparks, no chemistry, no nothing. They
were just two strangers both friendly enough to mingle with the new people
around them. In that one-week training, they became good acquaintances and eventually
friends.
She wasn’t closest to him. In fact, she finds him too funny
and arrogant, someone who cannot be taken seriously. Add to that that they were
both in a relationship and he was already working for another company, so the
chances of them getting close are slim. However, destiny has its way of playing
games. His relationship ended and hers was beginning to fall apart. She became
close with their friends, particularly with him. With that, she saw this side
of him she never knew existed, he was actually nice, kind-hearted, sensible and
really serious (when he has to). She was even surprised that he actually gives
good advice, and since then she comes to him when she needed someone to knock
some sense into her cloudy mind.
Then finally her relationship officially ended. She was
depressed, lost and out of control that she leaned on to her friends for
support; and he willingly extended his hand for help. With that, they became
even closer. He was one of the first people she’ll call when she needed someone
to talk to, and he’d also one of the first to respond. He patiently listened to
her every story of pain, heartbreak and stupidity, and he simply knew the things
to say that will comfort her. He was there guiding her to recovery. He was her
rock, her shoulder to cry on, her knight in shining armor and her bestfriend. At
that time, it was the perfect story of friendship…..
…That is, until she fell in love with him. She doesn’t know
exactly when or how it all happened. Some people would use the
I-just-woke-up-one-day-and-I-realized-I-am-in-love cliché. But cheesy as it may
sound, that was the case for her; she can’t comprehend how all of a
sudden she no longer sees him as ‘simply a friend’, and even thought that when
the day comes that she’ll be ready to open her heart again, it is him she’ll be
willing to take a chance on. She finds it rather ironic and amusing that among her
male friends who she had gotten close with during those difficult times, it was
him she fell for. She tried to fight it, she really did, she actually fought
hard, but it just knocked her down. She had fallen, and getting back up will be
even more painful than the fall. It could have been the perfect love story…
…only if he had fallen for her when she already had. He did
not. Or maybe he did. But there is no way of knowing the truth now. They were
friends, could have turned into lovers, but now they are back to that day
before they met seven years ago – strangers, strangers who share a story.
People commend her for being sincerely honest and
outrageously brave, but she sometimes wish she was not. She wishes she had been
afraid and had chosen to keep quiet. She wishes she had been in control of herself
and avoided the fall. She can wish all she wants but she cannot take back all
that has happened. Words have been said. Love has been confessed. Feelings have
been hurt. And friendship has been burned.
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I’ll cut the crap out. That her is me, and well, that him is
you. There's just so much I want to say to you, and so much I wish I didn't say. Maybe one day, we’ll bump into each other, completely happy with our own
lives, and be friends again. I wish you well and thank you for everything.
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