this is a short story about love |
I am as simple as they come. Or so I thought I was. Just like every woman out there, I have a dream of falling love and being the "perfect" family. I look around me and I see the couples that are so in love. Talking and sharing dreams. Holding hands, not fearful of loving each other. My case is differnt. I love a man.......but not just any man. A different kind of man. A man that makes love hurt. No matter how many times I try to tell him that I love him.........the words wont come out. He wont ever feel the same about me. He is my best friend.......and that is it. I try not to think of him in that way. I have a hard time looking at him without wanting to be with him. I tell him I love him, but he hears it in a way that I don't mean it. He and I do everything together. We talk about everything. Maybe that is the problem, because we even talk about the woman that he does love. I am in love with a man that is in love with another. He is my dream, that is meant to be just a dream. Why would I want to love someone that don't love me? I haven't a clue. Except that when he is around everything is ok. I feel better, and I feel safe. When we are together I am the happiest. But still he is JUST my best friend. I am in love with a man that is in love with another. |