I honestly don’t know how to
start my confession nor should I even go on. I have so much pain inside that I can’t
even find words but let me try my best to pour my heart out.
Friends with benefits, casual
friends, buddies, call it whatever you want because everything seemed fine at
first. However, I valued the friendship so much that I cared for his pain. I've listened to his melancholic curses. He was sad, losing ground and left alone by
the girl he loved the most. I wanted to cheer him up for whatever measures I can.
I wanted to be his friend but sadly, he kept pushing me away behind my back. I
came to assume that maybe; he doesn't need another friend. Days, weeks have
passed and I can see him happy again, in love again, and I was truly glad. I have
decided happily and sadly to move on with my life leaving the sweet and crazy
memories I have with him. It was nothing for him but it meant so much to me
admitting I was falling in love but I thought my feelings were unnecessary. I
have completely convinced myself it did not matter. I didn’t matter.
With complete acceptance, I could
see myself bothered no more. Until it came to an odd point like he appeared at
my door again. I was hell of confused. I knew somewhere inside me there was
that desire. The desire to prove him that I am worthy, and that I will love him
truly. I chose to take the risk of falling.
It’s a very happy and exciting
relationship. The sleepless nights, the unplanned events… everything. I have
never felt so contented with my relationship. I have never felt affinity like
this before so I gave him my understanding ignoring the fact that sometimes I also
need to be understood. I always put him first. ALWAYS. I let him enjoy with his
friends every time. I never complained even though he never bothers to text me just
the least. There were nights I can’t hold back and made some calls, and none
were answered. I don’t want to think anything but because I love him, I worry
and it drives me crazy not knowing a thing or two. It hurts that I always am
the last to know what’s going on in his life. I am so jealous with his friends
that always around, that they are more important than me. It hurts that he
never tells he misses me. It hurts sometimes to accept his reasons and not
letting my feelings show because it still seems they don’t matter. I don’t
matter. If I do, my birthday would have been remembered, and so our special
day. It hurts so much now, I tell you. And right at this very moment while
making this confession, I don’t know why I’m still here hanging around. And
that desire to prove him my worth, and to love him truly, is now sweetly
and bitterly fulfilled. It’s up to him now to evaluate the value. Everything is
up to him now, and that’s all there is to say.
~Phoebe :)