Our friendship is defined. I was surprised, pleasantly. I guess that's the benefit of always expecting the worst. But I was still pissy. And it took me a whole day of mulling over it before I realised why I was still so irritated.
1. I dislike being friend-zoned.
2. It robbed me of something I was looking forward to (i.e. April). Because let's face it. A no touching rule (which is basically what this is) means that there's actually nothing we can do. Apart from watching stuff, eating out and playing band hero. Okay, fine, there's plenty to do. But it includes nothing that has me jumping up and down with anticipatory excitement. Also, no sleepovers. Which makes sense because of the no touching rule. I mean, it's not like we'd stay awake talking. And we do enough talking as it is. Even as a couple, we'd only talk for so long in bed before we slept. The only reason why you'd want to stay over is because you're going to get cuddled. Of course, cuddles and kisses are the perks of being in a relationship. And we're not. So really, just being able to keep candidness with each other is probably more than I could possibly hope for.
Unless of course, you know that friendship is such a shallow, shallow thing compared to the love you once shared.
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