It could happen to anyone, no one is blaming you. It really is just a natural thing to eventually develop feelings towards someone you spend a lot of time with, someone you feel all too comfortable with. In a perfect world, love really is supposed to start with a friendship anyway, so what’s the big deal? Well, the deal is that he’s your friend and he may or may not be dating someone else. But girl, I get you; you’ve been there this whole time, even before he met that girl with the annoyingly red lips.
No you don’t need to have hooked up with him to justify how you feel. You don’t even need to have spent every weekend with him, or know his daily routine. You don’t need to know how it happened, you just are; I get you.
It is kind of annoying isn’t it? To know that you’re the cool one, the fun one, the exception to every rule. They joke around with you, and cry with you, and drink with you, but yet these boys, are as oblivious as baby seals! So you abandon the idea and you convince yourself that it is better to keep them as friends rather than losing them altogether. The friendship continues because he has no idea, and you continue to have drinks with them and discuss sex openly – sex with other people because God forbid you picture each other naked, even though let’s be honest you already have. Girl, I get you.
You’re content with the way things are going, because really what choice do you have – until you meet the new girl they’re seeing. As you’re walking to the bar, you secretly but not so secretly hope she has the personality of a glass of milk and an intelligence level of a mango. But she’s gorgeous with blonde locks cascading like sunshine and graceful, and smart – my god is she smart! In a different scenario, you two could actually be really good friends. What am I talking about, he actually wants you two to be really good friends. And you just want to pelt him with a shoe. Girl, I get you!
There’s also that one time you almost mustered up the courage to tell them how you feel, Or imagined you mustered up the courage – Imaginary courage is still courage, I get you. Perhaps you imagined running through the airport to catch him and this dream girl before they leave for a romantic trip to Europe. Maybe you imagined shouting, “I’m in love with you, you dingbat!” and he would turn around and say “Finally!” Unfortunately, it’s all in your mind and airport security generally frowns on people attempting a scene off a Katherine Heigl movie. A bit dramatic, but I get you.
Eventually, you lose the courage to even try to hint at anything. You begin to wonder what you’re getting out of this friendship except for pain and suffering and a lot of drinking. You wonder how long this will last, or if they have any idea – or if they themselves are as dumb as mangos. And if so, why are you in love with a mango? You desire with every molecule in your body to walk away, but you never actually do. Girl, I get you.