I met her in high school. I was a lanky boy with tiny wrists- virtually zero experience with women. She was a beautiful goth girl with fire and attitude. When I first saw her my lip shivered uncontrollably. I knew I had to know her. Luckily, I was able to make her laugh- even more than her boyfriend, I think!
And that was enough. We had homeroom together every morning, and that was enough. We'd talk online for hours, and that was enough. She was there and I was just... Around... And that was enough. But as I got to know her more and more, I came to realize what I already knew: I loved this girl. Beyond simple attraction- I needed her.
"But how could such an amazing person ever think of me romantically?" I thought. Better to remain a friend than to drift away.
But everyday the hole in my heart grew larger. Every night I grew more lonely.
Then, one day, no longer content to simply haunt her I told her how I felt! But she couldn't see me as more than a friend... The worst was seeing how sad she looked...
Devastated, I lashed out! I blamed her for my broken heart; tried to cut her with the shattered pieces to break hers in turn! But it only made it worse for both of us...
It would be some time before I apologized. By then she had a new boyfriend and I settled back into my role. Things went back to normal, relatively.
Not wanting to burden her with my feelings I buried them deep- as deep as I could. We graduated and drifted farther apart as we went to different schools. We managed to keep in touch, but it was never the same.
Years past and I found out she was getting married. I had no idea what to feel. I was overwhelmingly sad and frustrated- but happy she found someone she truly loved. Then angry at myself that it couldn't have been me. I remember wearing what I thought was a good poker face in front of my friends.
...I did not attend the wedding.
I've tried dating other women but my thoughts always drift back to her. I know it isn't fair to them so it never works out.
It's been 14 years and I can't say I've thought about her any less or if my feelings have changed, but I know as my friend, she wants me to be happy- I just don't know how to do that without her...
This has been an overdramatic tale of the broken hearted