I'm feeling melancholy. I bet you can guess why--it's about a man friend of mine.
We had something platonic, something I could easily keep at a distance from heart. He is delightful and attractive and totally fun but, from the day I met him, I figured he would be just a friend. The situation as it is, wouldn't allow for much else anyway. I made the assumption that all he would be was fun: he was without risk. What a mistake.
We spent one night together and I haven't stopped thinking about him. I saw him since but only once. Is the distance between us imagined? Things feel different; like I'm jogging to keep up with him, or waving and jumping to catch his attention. Oh, it hurts. I didn't think he was capable of disappointing me. He is such a good guy. He was so taken by me...
There are a lot of guys out there and I keep learning that there are so many ways for a guy to not work. He was so close but you know what they say, close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades.
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